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(we're on a mission) -->

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

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

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 thinkin of the message and again
In particular the 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 look at the picture of the man I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate
Knew where to find him, knew where he be
I turned and showin up mr. chen found me
I him in the eye with a stare so cold
I said, "i came to for the rhymes you stole
Now you die, because that is my mission"
He flipped back, got 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 you stole my song"
He said, "choose style", I broke fool, I said, "what? "
Pulled out the knife, to shove it in his gut
It even cut, I flipped, I started buggin
Pulled out the hand gun, I a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood
Out shot the bullet, mr. just bowed
So I shot him again - yo, I couldn't
Mr. chen caught the bullet in two front teeth
Yo, he me on the floor just like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of flatbush
to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, then I him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I started
He tripped, busted his lip, I started
Knew he was defeated, but I 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