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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a small time
Let me tell you what happened when the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the with this girl suzanne
And everything was goin just to plan
When the phone - yo, I couldn't believe it
Told to ignore it, forget it, leave it
when 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 in the mailbox between your 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, tape will self-destruct'
I the deck, but the tape was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, I just cleaned up the
Opened up the closet, got the bullet-proof
up the sawed-off, the double-barrel
The rambo knife with the apparel
on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, go, you might die"
Started and huggin on me, so I shut her
I said, "sorry baby, but I gotta do what I

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

is a mission, not a small-time thing

[ 2 ]
the express on a air force jet
The thoughts in my mind broke me out into
I was thinkin of the again and again
In particular the name of lu chin
Yo, I landed in japan with to kill
You could tell I 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
where to find him, knew where he would be
I turned around and showin up mr. chen me
I looked him in the eye a stare so cold
I said, "i came to for the rhymes you stole
Now you must die, because is my mission"
He flipped back, got into a fighting
The tiger style, the was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he to smile
I said, "you can smile now, but you for long
Cause sucker, be sorry 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 cut, I flipped, I started buggin
Pulled out the gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood
Out shot the bullet, mr. just bowed
So I him again - yo, I couldn't believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in this two teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the just like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of flatbush
Stood to my feet, threw my to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, then I him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I wildin
He tripped, busted his lip, I smilin
Knew he was defeated, but I done yet
So I shot him the shotie, then I jetted in the jet

(you're on a mission)
in the jet

This is a mission, not a thing