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(we're on a mission) -->

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is a mission, not a small time thing
Let me tell you 'bout what when the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib with this suzanne
And everything was goin just accordin to
When the phone rang - yo, I couldn't it
myself to ignore it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had goin 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 between your doors
Take the from 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, tape will self-destruct'
I the deck, but the tape was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, I just up the mess
up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The rambo knife with the apparel
Threw on the trench, kissed the 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 gotta do I gotta

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

This is a mission, not a small-time

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Took the on a air force jet
The in my mind broke me out into sweat
I was thinkin of the message again and
In particular the of lu chin chen
Yo, I in japan with intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't by the look on my grill
Took a look at the picture of the man that I was
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 him in the eye with a stare so cold
I said, "i came to revenge for the you stole
Now you must die, because is my mission"
He flipped back, got 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 for long
Cause sucker, you'll be that 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 didn't even cut, I flipped, I buggin
Pulled out the gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and proud
Out shot the bullet, mr. chen just
So I shot him again - yo, I couldn't
Mr. caught the bullet in this two front teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the floor like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of style
Stood to my feet, threw my to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, I caught him in the eye
He stumblin, yo, I started wildin
He tripped, busted his lip, I smilin
Knew he was defeated, but I wasn't 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