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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a small thing
Let me tell you 'bout what happened the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib this girl suzanne
And everything was goin accordin to plan
When the phone rang - yo, I believe it
Told myself to it, forget it, leave it
when things had started goin great
It again I said, "hold up, wait"
Picked up the phone, yelled, "who the is this? "
Somebody said, "this is business
There's a tape in the mailbox between your
the tape from the box, and put it in yours"
I listened to the tape and my mouth dropped
I picked up the phone, but the man up
It said, yo, tape will self-destruct'
I pressed the deck, but the tape was
Oh well, the heck, I just cleaned up the mess
up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The rambo knife with the apparel
Threw on the trench, the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, go, you might die"
Started cryin and on me, so I shut her
I said, "sorry baby, but I gotta do what I

(you're on a mission)
Do I gotta

This is a mission, not a thing

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Took the on a air force jet
The thoughts in my mind me out into sweat
I was thinkin of the message and again
In the name of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in japan with intent to
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my
Took a at the picture of the man that I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt master
Knew where to find him, knew he would be
I turned around and showin up mr. found me
I looked him in the eye with a stare so
I said, "i to revenge for the rhymes you stole
Now you must die, that is my mission"
He back, got into a fighting position
The tiger style, the was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he to smile
I said, "you can smile now, but you won't for
Cause sucker, you'll be sorry that you my song"
He said, "choose your style", I fool, I said, "what? "
Pulled out the knife, tried to it in his gut
It didn't even cut, I flipped, I buggin
Pulled out the gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood
Out the bullet, mr. chen just bowed
So I shot him again - yo, I couldn't
Mr. chen the bullet in this two front teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the just like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of style
Stood to my feet, my hands to the sky
him then, I faked him, then I caught him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I wildin
He tripped, his lip, I started smilin
he was defeated, but I wasn't done yet
So I him with the shotie, then I jetted in the jet

(you're on a mission)
in the jet

This is a mission, not a thing