The Mission

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

(We're on a mission)

This is a mission, not a small time thing

Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went

Well, I was cooling at the crib with this girl, Suzanne

And everything was going just according to plan

When the phone rang, yo, I couldn't believe it

Told myself to ignore it, forget it, leave it

Just when things had started going great

It rang again, I said, hold up, wait

Picked up the phone, yelled, who the hell is this?

Somebody said, this is serious business

There's a tape in the mailbox between your doors

Take the tape from the box and put it in yours

I listened to the tape and my mouth just dropped

I  picked up the phone but the man hung up

It said, yo, this tape will self-destruct

I pressed the deck but the tape was stuck

Oh, well, what the heck, I just cleaned up the mess

Opened up the closet, got the bulletproof vest

Loaded up the sawed-off, the double-barrel

The Rambo knife with the hunting apparel

Threw on the trench, kissed the girl goodbye

She said, Special Ed, don't go, you might die

Started crying and hugging on me, so I shut her

I said, sorry, baby, but I gotta do what I gotta

(You're on a mission)

Do what I gotta

(You're on a mission)

(You're on a mission)

Do what I gotta

(You're on a mission)

(You're on a mission)

Do what I gotta

(You're on a mission)

This is a mission, not a small time thing

Too the express on an air force jet

The thoughts in my mind broke me out into sweat

I was thinking of the message again and again

In particular, the name of Lu Chin Chen

Yo, I landed in Japan with intent to kill

You could tell I wasn't joking by the look on my grill

Took a look at the picture of the man that I was after

A five-foot ten blackbelt karate master

Knew where to find him, knew where he would be

I turned around and sure enough, Mr. Chen found me

I looked him in the eye with a stare so cold

I said, I came to avenge for the rhymes you stole

Now, you must die because that is my mission

He flipped back, got into a fighting position

The tiger style, the shit was wild

He threw his hands in the air, he started to smile

I said, you can smile now, but you won't for long

'Cause, sucker, you'll be sorry that you stole my song

He said, choose your style, I broke fool, I said, what?

Pulled out the knife, tried to shove it in his gut

It didn't even cut, I flipped, I started buggin'

Pulled out the handgun, I shot a slug in his chest

He said, Buddah bless, and stood proud

Out shot the bullet, Mr. Chen just bowed

So I shot him again, yo, I couldn't believe

Mr. Chen caught the bullet in his two front teeth

Yo, he kicked me on the floor just like I was a child

I got fed up, I thought of Flatbush style

Stood to my feet, threw my hands to the sky

Shake'd him, then I faked him, then I caught him in the eye

He started stumbling, yo, I started wylin

He tripped, busted his lip, I started smiling

Knew he was defeated but I wasn't done yet

So I shot him with the shotty, then I jetted in the jet

(You're on a mission)

(You're on a mission)

Jetted in the jet

(You're on a mission)

(You're on a mission)

Je-jetted in the jet

(You're on a mission)

(You're on a mission)

Je-jetted in the jet

(You're on a mission)

(You're on a mission)

This is a mission, not a small time thing

This is a mission, not a small time thing

This is a mission, not a small time thing