We Taking Off

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Welcome to The Abstract and The Dragon Airlines

Can you quickly get out the aisle and take your seats please?

When you are finished putting your luggage or your bags

On the overhead bin, please close that lid on your overhead bin

And quickly take your seats and strap into your seat belts

Because we're taking off, yea...

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Motherfucka confess it, speak on they god and address it

Y'all niggas already know the way i go when i rep it

Before I come and i bless it before I beat em decrepit

And make these niggas respect it

I'm only here to correct it

But nigga just for the record

You see these stones in my necklace?

I ain't do none of that

Though that bitch was stressing me

In the back of my car

And when im finished with mami, shawty light my cigar

They can't believe i redid it

They say this shit is bizarre

Go get a drink at the bar

I'm thinkin' a bottle, oh shit

Despite i live like a czar

Can not see none of you niggas

My bat is too far, they shit is not up to par

They do not talk to me star

Now pass me a bud of the kush

Go ahead and open the jar

Dread growin', I'm back on my Bob Marley, where my guitar

Hear the way the beat slap?

That be my brother Kamaal

We get together for y'all, now peep the way that we ball

[Hook: Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes]

We taking off

You see us

We taking off

We taking off(off off off)

I said that we taking off

Never off of the work

Never off of the grind

But we taking off

You see us

We taking off

We taking off(off off off)

But we taking off

Never off of the work

Never off of the grind

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Now what's the matter with ya'll

Yes i'm talkin' to ya'll

Some of ya'll frown and look at me

And see and wish i would fall

You need to stop staring at me

You need to look at the wall

Or you can look down the hall

Or you can get down and crawl

And while i continue to ball

You can go shop at the mall

Mad 'cause i tell the truth

And now these guys wanna brawl

They mad 'cause we do it big

And all ya'll niggas small

Can't fuck with me, not even a little

Matter of fact, overall

Stop being so fuckin' mad

I'm here to make niggas happy

By giving you all that shit

Bitches callin' me Papi

Rockin Givenchy Denim

Even i wanna slap me

For being so disrespectful with it

Nigga get at me

Overseeing the signs

I'm only leaving with dimes

That's real big for the

Little times i invest in the club

Be at the top of the mountain

Flying high like a dub

See how we risin' above, doing the shit that we love

[Hook]