Artist: The Game f/ Jamie Foxx Album: Jesus Piece Song: Hallelujah Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Game] R.I.P. to my nigga George Jefferson Niggaz is movin on up And I know Weezy personally (Chuck, what up!) [Chorus: Game] + (Jamie Foxx) Halle-muh'fuckin-lujah All my real niggaz I salute ya All the bad bitches I'ma run through ya Hop in my holy Ghost, hallelujah (Damn, damn, damn, damn) Hop in my holy Ghost, hallelujah (Damn, damn, damn, damn) [Jamie Foxx] Heaven prays, all I'm tryna do Praise Him (praise Him) praise Him Heaven prays, all I wanna do is praise Him My Lord [Game] Nigga I ain't pastor Mason yo Nigga Pat and Ron, peach Cîroc, Ace and y'all And since I got good taste and all This for all the bad bitches couldn't wait to get they braces off I know we in church, and the way that I'm thinkin wrong But inside the Bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone But I don't wanna do that, I came to take the service in and stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins I ain't mean to walk inside the church cursin again I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus But you can't catch the holy Ghost in the Prius [Chorus] [Jamie Foxx] Heaven prays, my Lord [Game] Lookin 'round the church like "What that nigga doin here?" He probably told on somebody, 'posed to be doin years ... But who am I to judge a nigga? A.R. don't wanna go to church, I can't budge the nigga But I love the nigga, so I'ma go for both us And put these G Star slacks with these Louie LOAFERS He rather sit outside and listen to Hova But the service jumpin, the pastor servin mimosas And all this ass in here, how do I focus? Collection plate bulgin, damn pastor you the coldest ... My envelope stay swollen So I'ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this [Chorus] [Jamie Foxx] Heaven prays, all I'm tryna do praise Him [Game] Starin in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap Ain't payin they tithes, takin up two seats And look at God's house, packed full of sinners With the sunrise service, now they back for the dinners Yeah I know the chicken good, but your soul ain't And your outfit clean, but your nose ain't And I suppose ain't nobody a liar in here If that was true the whole church would be on fire in here I'm sho' glad we got a choir in here to wake me up, every time I get tired in here And one thing's for sure, gotta praise the Lord Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my Fours Fell to the floor like [Chorus] [Outro: Jamie Foxx] Heaven prays, all I'm tryna do praise Him (All I'm tryna do is) praise Him (praise Him) Heaven prays, all I wanna do is praise Him (All I wanna do is) My Lord (ohhhhhh yeah) My Lord (ohhhhhhh praise Him, all I wanna do is) All I wanna do, thank your lovin It's alright, it's alright It's alright this evening, I said it's alright this evening Sometimes we have to go through things, to understand what love is all about Hallelujah