Sevin - 916 Wayz lyrics

Ugh, ya'll know me This New Millenium's locked down right here This is HOG life baby UGH! Righteous Representation to the fullest degree Hog Life Representin Christ-Like Affiliation Christian Nation What? (lettin' em know) It's Young Hog Soldier Sevin a.k.a. The Full Clip Next Gen. Ministry Records baby.. c'mon [Sevin] Ain't never been known for no chit chat I see Satan, I click clack As a Christian I'm in position for this get back I get to trippin' in the spirit spittin' lyrics Till I know the Lord can hear it hittin' harder than some crit nack Sevin spit that, the Holy Spirit anoints the sick track Hog Life I'm with that, till the day I'm on my big nap Called in for revival down in sick Sac Then chose the ropes to rip that Till I witnessed Satan's quit crap And that's just so ya know for show for show blow for blow Anything I spit is frostbitten just like The Poconos The devil don't wanna start this I get to swarmin' just like flies on a carca** Detestin' the enemy I'm detectin' Get all up in they intestine just like a C-section So learn your lesson, and vacate the session There's no penetration, his head to protection What Cuz my God is almighty So hooked on his love is all I be Uh, So I suggest that ya'll ride with me Cuz this will be until the day I R.I.P Chorus: Where My soldiers at? We right here Where my warriors at? We right here Where my HOGS at? We right here We right here We right here Where My soldiers at? We right here Where my warriors at? We right here Where my HOGS at? We right here We right here We right here What we got? Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword You know Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword C'mon Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword Ride with me Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword [Sevin] It don't matter what ya heard Flippin a verse Strictly my click be sickly spittin' the word Ain't sippin' on syrup or hittin' the herb Aggression be flexin the lesson is strippin' your nerve From the heart, sharpen the steel that was set in his hand Feel the end that be floodin' this land Contraband I credit his plan Composition for verbal emission, steadily twistin' the opposition Against the mission for righteous infliction Holy addiction's too wild Vindication and Satan's hatin' this salvation - father's creation Declaratin' the indignation hes got for this nation is futile Word distilled... now never let it ever be said you ain't heard the real Preparation's somewhat of a meal be delivered straight to your grill Do you feel we off the map like this and you know we gone make it crack like this Saturate the track like this, we spit the game straight from Sac like this Chorus: Where My soldiers at? We right here Where my warriors at? We right here Where my HOGS at? We right here We right here We right here Where My soldiers at? We right here Where my warriors at? We right here Where my HOGS at? We right here We right here We right here What we got? Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword You know Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword C'mon Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword Ride with me Nine hundred and sixteen ways to praise the Lord Straight from Sactown fittin' ta put the crackdown All the believers raise your sword