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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a time thing
Let me tell you 'bout happened when the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, I was at the crib with this girl suzanne
And everything was goin just accordin to
When the phone rang - yo, I believe it
Told to ignore it, forget it, leave it
Just things had started goin great
It again I said, "hold up, wait"
up the phone, yelled, "who the hell is this? "
Somebody said, "this is serious
a tape in the mailbox between your doors
Take the tape the box, and put it in yours"
I listened to the tape and my mouth just
I picked up the phone, but the man up
It said, yo, 'this tape self-destruct'
I pressed the deck, but the tape was
Oh well, what the heck, I just up the mess
Opened up the closet, got the west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The rambo with the hunting apparel
Threw on the trench, the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, don't go, you die"
cryin and huggin on me, so I shut her
I said, "sorry baby, but I do what I gotta

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

is a mission, not a small-time thing

[ 2 ]
Took the on a air force jet
The thoughts in my broke me out into sweat
I was of the message again and again
In the name of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in japan with to kill
You could tell I wasn't by the look on my grill
a look at the picture of the man that I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate
where to find him, knew where he would be
I turned around and up mr. chen found me
I looked him in the eye with a stare so
I said, "i came to revenge for the rhymes you
Now you die, because that is my mission"
He back, got into 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, you'll be that 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 even cut, I flipped, I started
out the hand gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and proud
Out shot the bullet, mr. chen bowed
So I shot him again - yo, I believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in two front teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the floor just like I was a
I got fed up, I thought of flatbush
Stood to my feet, threw my to the sky
him then, I faked him, then I caught him in the eye
He stumblin, yo, I started wildin
He tripped, his lip, I started smilin
Knew he was defeated, but I 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 small-time