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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 phone ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib with this suzanne
And was goin 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 goin
It rang I said, "hold up, wait"
Picked up the phone, yelled, "who the is this? "
said, "this is serious business
There's a tape in the mailbox between your
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, tape will self-destruct'
I pressed the deck, but the was stuck
Oh well, the heck, I just cleaned up the mess
Opened up the closet, got the west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The rambo knife the hunting apparel
on the trench, kissed 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 what I

This is a mission, not a small-time

[ 2 ]
the express on a air force jet
The thoughts in my broke me out into sweat
I was thinkin of the message again and
In particular the of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in japan intent to kill
You tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my grill
Took a look at the picture of the man I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt master
Knew where to him, knew where he would be
I turned around and showin up mr. chen 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 back, got into a fighting position
The style, the shit 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 your style", I fool, I said, "what? "
out the knife, tried to shove it in his gut
It didn't even cut, I flipped, I buggin
Pulled out the hand gun, I a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and proud
Out shot the bullet, mr. just bowed
So I shot him - yo, I couldn't believe
Mr. chen caught the 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
to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, I him, then I caught him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I started
He tripped, his lip, I started smilin
Knew he was defeated, but I wasn't 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