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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 the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib this girl suzanne
And everything was just accordin to plan
the phone rang - yo, I couldn't believe it
Told myself to it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had started 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 doors
Take the 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, 'this tape will
I pressed the deck, but the tape was
Oh well, the heck, I just cleaned up the mess
Opened up the closet, got the west
up the sawed-off, the double-barrel
The rambo with the hunting apparel
Threw on the trench, the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, don't go, you die"
Started cryin and huggin on me, so I her
I said, "sorry baby, but I do what I gotta

(you're on a mission)
Do I gotta

This is a mission, not a small-time

[ 2 ]
Took the on a air force jet
The in my mind broke me out into sweat
I was thinkin of the again and again
In particular the of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in japan with to kill
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the on my grill
Took a look at the picture of the man I was after
A 5 10 black-belt karate master
Knew where to find him, knew where he be
I around 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 you stole
Now you must die, that is my mission"
He flipped back, got into a position
The style, the shit was wild
He his hands in the air, he started to smile
I said, "you can now, but you won't for long
Cause sucker, you'll be sorry you stole 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 cut, I flipped, I started buggin
Pulled out the hand gun, I shot a 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 caught the in this two front teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the floor just I was a child
I got fed up, I of flatbush style
Stood to my feet, threw my to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, I caught him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I started
He tripped, busted his lip, I smilin
he was defeated, but I wasn't done yet
So I shot him with the shotie, I jetted in the jet

(you're on a mission)
in the jet

This is a mission, not a thing