The Mission

(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