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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a time thing
Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib with this suzanne
And everything was just accordin to plan
When the phone - yo, I couldn't believe it
Told to ignore it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had goin great
It again I said, "hold up, wait"
up the phone, yelled, "who the hell is this? "
Somebody said, "this is serious
There's a in the mailbox between your doors
Take the from the box, and put it in yours"
I to the tape and my mouth just dropped
I picked up the phone, but the man up
It said, yo, 'this tape will
I pressed the deck, but the tape was
Oh well, what the heck, I just cleaned up the
up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The rambo knife with the hunting
on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, go, you might die"
Started cryin and huggin on me, so I 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

[ 2 ]
Took the on a air force jet
The in my mind broke me out into sweat
I was of the message again and again
In particular the name of lu chin
Yo, I in japan with intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't by the look on my grill
Took a at the picture of the man that I was after
A 5 10 black-belt karate master
Knew where to find him, knew where he be
I turned and showin up mr. chen found me
I looked him in the eye with a so cold
I said, "i came to revenge for the rhymes you
Now you must die, that is my mission"
He flipped back, got a fighting position
The tiger style, the was wild
He threw his in the air, he started to smile
I said, "you can smile now, but you won't for
Cause sucker, be sorry that you stole my song"
He said, "choose style", I broke fool, I said, "what? "
Pulled out the knife, tried to it in his gut
It didn't even cut, I flipped, I started
Pulled out the hand gun, I shot a in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and proud
Out shot the bullet, mr. just bowed
So I shot him again - yo, I believe
Mr. chen the bullet in this two front teeth
Yo, he me on the floor just like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of flatbush
Stood to my feet, my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, I caught him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I wildin
He tripped, busted his lip, I smilin
he was defeated, but I wasn't done yet
So I shot him the shotie, then I jetted in the jet

(you're on a mission)
in the jet

This is a mission, not a thing