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 [Chorus] 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 A-yo 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]