(we’re on a mission) –> salt-n-pepa
[ 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
