The Mission

[ Verse 1 ] This is a mission, not a small time thing Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went (*ring*) Well, i was coolin at the crib with this girl suzanne And everything was goin just accordin 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 goin 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 bullet-proof west Loaded up the sawed-off, the double-barrel The rambo knife with the hunting apparel Threw on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye She said, special ed, don't go, you might die Started cryin and huggin 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 This is a mission, not a small-time thing [ Verse 2 ] Took the express on a air force jet The thoughts in my mind broke me out into sweat I was thinkin 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 jokin by the look on my grill Took a look at the picture of the man that i was after A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate master Knew where to find him, knew where he would be I turned around and showin up mr. chen found me I looked him in the eye with a stare so cold I said, i came to revenge 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 hand gun, 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 this 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 Shaked him then, i faked him, then i caught him in the eye He started stumblin, yo, i started wildin He tripped, busted his lip, i started smilin Knew he was defeated, but i wasn't done yet So i shot him with the shotie, then i jetted in the jet (You're on a mission) Jetted in the jet This is a mission, not a small-time thing