(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 wher
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