Big Unc - Christcyde lyrics

[Chorus] This is how we ride, comin straight live On the Christcyde This is how you roll, gotta lay low From the po-po [Big Unc] Mission Impossible as I step to this microphone I'm makin sure that this mic is on So I can spit it God's words to you Serve a few, cause that's what Big Unc got the nerve to do In the name of Jesus, my Lord Let his spirit transform the mic cord Into a lyrical life line, spiritual pipe line To get this people back into their right mind Cause half of all straight lost a screw My God is true, now tell me what I gotta do To keep my cool before I have to sweep a fool And weep for you because you couldn't keep it ture You need to do, exactly what he speak to you He seekin you, but you just keep sleepin dude I'm peepin you, when we be creepin through We teachin youth but there ain't no reachin fools [Chorus] [2x] [Big Unc] I spit lyrical loogies when I boogie And a question on all of your minds Is how could He, do what He do And straight keep it real And represent Jesus Christ to the ma** apeal And chill in the hood wit my dawgs On the corner six bones Cadaliac sittin phat on daytonyas I warned ya, crack when you come to California Wit that word ain't you heard that these Devil's run up on ya Hata's playas they all the same A fork tongue in they mouths, tellin lies for fame The game gotta twisted to the point I wanna holla Got Christian MC's on tv straight poppin collars While the people on the streets can't afford to eat You up in church dont even work wit gators on your feet That's weak and I dont care if I step on your pride I just call it how I see it, reportin live from this Christcyde [Chorus] [Big Unc] I said hold up wait a minute Let me see my real riders Christ walk wit it And put it down to the ground for real And show the whole world how we truely feel I said hold up wait a minute Let me see my real riders Christ walk wit it And hit em up and put your hands to the sky And represent Jesus Christ to the day that we die I've been sent by his majesty, to blast at theses Emphadeles speakin this blashemy A tragedy, if you askin me I told the truth about you fools and now you made a me Now actually, I'm glad you smashed on me Ain't got to feel bad about the catastrophy That has to be, when I take this mastapeice And have all of yall soundin like Master P Infact it be, the way a real rider rides Not an eye for an eye but it's ride or die So flyin high, when you be ridin by And let the whole globe know the Lord's alive You wonder why, We all go and run and hide Gotta hold of the truth to expose the lie He chose to die, then he straight rose to life To show us why, we gotta put it down for this Christcyde [Chorus]