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Artist: 116 Clique
Album:  The Compilation Album
Song:   Crossover Remix
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Yeah, we still crossin' over man
They still gon' hate us 'cause they hated him first

And I'm still in the same place, dawg

Yeah I'm still in the church, focused and alert
No suit and tie, still got the t-shirt
I'm into praising God 'cause he made us out of dirt
And plus he gave us life for this world's evil works
So flirt with that, most of y'all can't jerk with that
'Cause there ain't no benefits and no perks with that
Still gotta you're your life on this earth with that
But we live eternally and I I can work with that
I lied, yeah I cheated, yeah I lust within
But guess what? That's why I trust in him
See you thinkin' that you ain't that bad
You just lyin' to yourself, playboy you better check your health
While you all about the cash and ice
Hope you're ready for change, you just broke the first commandment twice
And I notice you done stole before
If it wasn't a gun it was some gum from the grocery store

It's still sin to God, man look into God
You guilty, you ain't even a friend to God
Sin got a high price, it'll cost your life
But God fit that bill on the cross of Christ

Crossover from death to life, man
What's the holdup? Accept the Christ, man
We flex the mic to rep for Christ
So we can put your soul at rest tonight
Crossover from death to life, man
What's the holdup? Accept the Christ, man
We flex the mic to rep for Christ
So we can put your soul at rest tonight

I don't catch the spirit, I'm all filled up
I can't lose it either, I'm all sealed up
And you can bet your life that I'ma rep for Christ

One taste he'll get you right
Folks is thinkin' they Christian but when they sinnin'
They don't feel the conviction that the Spirit is givin'
And they keep livin' life like "that's cool with me"
Y'all dudes ain't fooling me
Tryna play me to the left like I'm tryna get deep on them
This is real talk dawg, you better peep somethin'
This ain't that philosophic rap like homonym
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the God you heard about from mom and them
Put the blunt out dawg, put down the Heineken
"Man God understands" what? Come again?
I guess you think that God is kinda like yo momma, huh?
Like he ain't even trippin' on your sinnin' and your drama


Look, life's way more than ice and rims
And you don't make enough to pay the price of sin
And God's gon' judge you dawg, that's reality
Saying you don't believe is like saying there ain't no graviet
Then running off to go jump a cliff
And when you hit the ground, tell me what you get
Hey, why you runnin' from the freedom of the gospel?
You hostile, you lookin' like you're Lucifer's apostle
But God got you
And though we all deserve death he still keep puttin' breath in your nostrils
But you treat him like an obstacle
Say he'll come at your convenince like a stop and go
Waitin' for a sweeter deal or a sign or somethin'
Like God ain't come down and die or somethin'
Trust me dawg, God wants the best for you
That's why the Gospel of Christ is addressed to you