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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a small time
Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the with this girl suzanne
And everything was just accordin to plan
When the phone rang - yo, I believe it
Told myself to ignore it, forget it, it
Just things had started goin great
It again I said, "hold up, wait"
Picked up the phone, yelled, "who the is this? "
Somebody said, "this is serious
There's a tape in the mailbox between your
Take the tape the box, and put it in yours"
I listened to the tape and my just dropped
I picked up the phone, but the man up
It said, yo, 'this tape 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 with the hunting apparel
Threw on the trench, 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 I gotta

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

This is a mission, not a thing

[ 2 ]
the express on a air force jet
The thoughts in my mind broke me out sweat
I was thinkin of the message again and
In particular the of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in japan with intent to
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my
a look at the picture of the man that I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate
Knew where to find him, knew 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 style, the shit was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he started to
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 cut, I flipped, I started buggin
out the hand gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood
Out the bullet, mr. chen just bowed
So I shot him again - yo, I believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in this two front
Yo, he kicked me on the 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, busted his lip, I 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 small-time