(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