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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a time thing
Let me tell you 'bout what when the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib with girl suzanne
And everything was goin just accordin to
When the phone rang - yo, I believe it
myself to ignore it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had started great
It again I said, "hold up, wait"
up the phone, yelled, "who the hell is this? "
Somebody said, "this is business
There's a tape in the mailbox between doors
Take the tape 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 will self-destruct'
I the deck, but the tape was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, I just up the mess
Opened up the closet, got the west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The knife with the hunting apparel
Threw on the trench, kissed the girl
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 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 of the message again and again
In the name of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in with intent to kill
You could I wasn't jokin by the look on my grill
Took a look at the picture of the man that I was
A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate
Knew where to find him, where he would be
I turned around and up mr. chen found me
I looked him in the eye 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 into a position
The style, the shit was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he started to
I said, "you can smile now, but you for long
Cause sucker, you'll be that you stole my song"
He said, "choose your style", I fool, I said, "what? "
Pulled out the knife, to shove it in his gut
It didn't even cut, I flipped, I started
Pulled out the hand gun, I shot a in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and proud
Out shot the bullet, mr. just bowed
So I him again - yo, I couldn't believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in two front teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the floor like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of style
to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, then I him in the eye
He stumblin, yo, I started wildin
He tripped, busted his lip, I smilin
Knew he was defeated, but I done yet
So I shot him with the shotie, then I in the jet

(you're on a mission)
in the jet

This is a mission, not a small-time