[The Game & Lil Wayne]
RIP to my nigga George Jefferson
Niggas is moving on up
And I know Weezy personally
Chuck, what up?!

[The Game and Jamie]
Halle motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I´mma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven´s prays, all I´m tryna do, praise him, praise him
Heaven´s prays, all I´m wanna do, praise him, my lord

[The Game]
Nigga I ain´t pastor Mason yo
Nigga Pat and Ron, peach Ciroc, 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 thinking 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 meant to walk inside the church cursing again
I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
But you can´t catch the holy ghost in the Prius

[The Game and Jamie]
Halle motherfucking lujah

All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I´mma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven´s prays, all I´m tryna do, praise him, praise him
Heaven´s prays, all I´m wanna do, praise him, my lord

[The Game]
Lookin´ ´round the church like what that nigga doing here
He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing 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´mma 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 jumping, the pastor serving mimosas
And all this ass in here, how do I focus
Collection plate buldging, damn pastor you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen
So I´mma count my blessings now, somebody hold this

[The Game and Jamie]
Halle motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I´mma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven´s prays, all I´m tryna do, praise him, praise him
Heaven´s prays, all I´m wanna do, praise him, my lord

[The Game]
Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain´t paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats
And look at God´s house, pack full of sinners
With the sun ride 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 chruch would be on fire in here
I´m sure glad we have a choir in here
To wake me up everytime 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
[The Game and Jamie]
Halle motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I´mma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven´s prays, all I´m tryna do, praise him, praise him

Heaven´s prays, all I´m wanna do, praise him, my lord