GQ - Kung Fu Practice lyrics

[Produced by Fatin] [Verse 1: Sean Boog] I go above and beyond the call of duty This is not a movie, not a game, this is all Sean truly If I'm not out here tryna make the ends tuck Then I'm making sure my soldiers on the ends sharp Cuz when the ends is gettin' sharp it's something like break Father Shannon shocked we hittin' 7s all night, p Life is like a crap shoot, gotta keep your wits about you Cuz this sh** will quickly come around and try to different route you Might crack a smile, but she said she couldn't find it She like, what about the smile? I said I am smiling And yes, I am wilin', violent when I gotta be A cool muthaf**a actually prefer not to be violent Actions speak louder so I'm silent They say I'm hidin', nah man I'm plottin' People say what they say and do what they gon' do Just don't disturb me when I'm practicin' my kung fu [Hook: Sean Boog] I try to tell em, "Watch out the team is coming through" They wouldn't listen when we spoke, that sh** is nothing new Mic check or one two, they lookin' f**in' foolish Just don't disturb me when I'm practicin' my kung fu Make way, give me vroom everybody move Make way, give me vroom everybody move People say what they say and do what they do Just don't disturb me when I'm practicin' my kung fu [Verse 2: GQ] Lonely on my island, surrounded by the agua The Aquafina construct, my flow most important Them water like properties, liquid, I will drown you f**s Bruce Lee philosophy for the nunchucks, you numbnuts Box 'em up, hybrid Wolverine scars up on my torso, game of d**h More so the livest that will k** it I apologize, striving for perfection Blaxpoitation is that best sh**, 10 son Fend for yourself stunna, pressure points I got you Drop you, stop you in your tracks, two fingers to the neck Better respect how we move, is that GQ doe Show and prove, new moves for the crews Move back, tracks for the h**n Poke, poke, the h**ne with back strokes Black Dynamite, you hoes blow me That candlestick wick, JAMLA still the clique Drop that hammer when I spit, get a grip Now you're carving, kid [Hook] [Verse 3: Sundown] Diamond in the back, sunroof, I'm in supreme form Honey Bee diggin' em, pimpin' em like Cream Corn No wallet, out of pocket like a lost picture Wouldn't listen, now they pumpin' me like car stickers Women see em freeze up like when the law in her Ma** a front all n***as, Texas speed malt liquor Mackin' site appetite like I ain't had enough to eat Black Dynamite, I'm growing TF on Puppet Street JAMLA until they put me in a canister Flash line high as 57 pa**engers Peeped her on 1, you magnify clones Silly n***as they ain't kickin', they just Dragon Fly Jones Got potential for life, cla** of my own Happy to see me leave but now they mad that I'm gone Packed with more action than a bird be Practicin' my kung fu, please don't disturb me [Hook]