MOST EMOTIONAL VERSES EVER!

[Antonio]

Nothing to add:

"These some hard times we livin' in
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitely die young
This is a lil' somethin'
To help you get through the day
If you could"

"It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin' to figure what happened
Burnin' churches, fearin' God
Who can be so cruel
We all ignorant to AIDS
Til it happens to you
Just be a man, make plans
Listen to your voice
A woman's tryin' to make decisions
We should leave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who lives and die
Breathes and stops
All this judgement on other lives
Needs to stop
What are we livin' for
Givin' more back than takin'
On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation
Now I feel abandoned
Cause 'Pat Buchanan' say I'm greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can't feed me
It's so easy to regret things After they done
Babies catchin' murder cases
Scared to laugh in the sun
The tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
In times like these we feel closest
The good die young"

"I send this out to all my homeboyz that passed away
And all yo' homeboyz that passed away
I send this out to all the fallen soldiers
That's in the cemetaries buried
Never got to see they dreams
For everything I touch, you touch
For every step I take, you take
For every breath I breathe, you breathe
Every dollar I make, you make
I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a little quicker
But like my homeboyz Thugs say
I'll catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young"

"Lil' Yummy Sanderford
LaTasha Harlons
All the fallen kids
The dead babies
The closed caskets
The miniture classics"

(Pac's verses from THE GOOD DIE YOUNG)


Sorry to tell you all, but nobody will ever top Pac. Fuck those stupid tracks talking about weed and bitches all the time. Nothing real. Nothing interesting. Nothing deep. I've never heard a track even close to this by any of the DPGC members.

P.S. This is not a diss. This is the main reason why i aint feeling DPGC no more these days! Rap is officially dead with 2PAC. He made it (in my mind) and he killed it. Fuck sales, fuck beats, fuck productions. It's all about EMOTIONS! TRUTH!


2PAC I MISS YOU... IF MUSIC MEANS EMOTIONS... NOBODY IS EVEN CLOSE TO YOU! R.I.P.

[Hittman]

Agreed That "The Good Die Young" Is A Very Deep Song. GhostFace Killah - "All That I Got Is You" Came Pretty Close That.

[Tito]

Antonio,pac wasn't an angel.....a nice guy.
Don't try to make him an angel......

"
[Verse One: Tupac]
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ..."

"[Verse Three: Tupac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up"

Now you tell me who won?  I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
**********************************************
If Music means emotions.....theres a long list before pac

[Antonio]

1) Nobody is an angel, u know..
2) Even diss tracks means EMOTIONS! And this one is maybe the best one ever!

[Hittman]

Antonio,pac wasn't an angel.....a nice guy.
Don't try to make him an angel......

"
[Verse One: Tupac]
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ..."

"[Verse Three: Tupac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up"

Now you tell me who won?  I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
**********************************************
If Music means emotions.....theres a long list before pac

Erm, MyRealName That Is One Of The Most Emotional Songs Ever Made.

[Liquid-Dogg]

1) Nobody is an angel, u know..
2) Even diss tracks means EMOTIONS! And this one is maybe the best one ever!

Don't Kid ya'selves, Pac wasn't anything special. ESPECIALLY that Shit Track Called Hit Em Up....No way is that the best diss track there is...All it's about is basically an angry pac with nothing special to say apart from Fuck U in loads of different ways...N also constantly sayin they fags.
Even Canibus's Track to LL was better than that...
Fuck Compton By Tim Dogg was better too...but the best was Eazily Ice Cubes 'No Vaseline'...

Peace....n' Take this post how u will.....a Diss to 2pac, or an opinion!!!

[Tito]

1) Nobody is an angel, u know..
2) Even diss tracks means EMOTIONS! And this one is maybe the best one ever!

Ok antonio,but with this thread you "try" to make pac different from who talks about weed,bitches and guns.....and PAC's life was all about bitches,guns and weed(and his albums TOO!!!).

[Young Dan Iza]

here is my pick for most emotional verses---
Scarface- This Cant Be Life
"Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two
Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
And ain't no bright side to losin life, but you can view it like this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I woulda been wrong
I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
This can't be life"

also jigga one lyric from this song is pretty emotional too just check it:
"Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
like "Damn; I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia"

[HBKid_Jr]

all of pac verses from so many tears
biggie- suicidle thoughts
ghostface killa-  all that i got is u

[Antonio]

Ok antonio,but with this thread you "try" to make pac different from who talks about weed,bitches and guns.....and PAC's life was all about bitches,guns and weed(and his albums TOO!!!).

Not in all his tracks, man! And this is the big difference. Not them all. Some of them are poetry, some of them are deep, some of them are political, some of them got religious references, etc.. That's why i like him. Cause he was on another whole level. He made party tracks, and diss tracks, weed tracks and sexy tracks (videos), emotional tracks and love tracks, deep tracks and crazy tracks...

Btw, about Hit Em Up... opinions are like assholes, you know..

[Liquid-Dogg]

Some Emotional Songs....

  Roots Manuver - ''Dreamy Days''
  Wu-Tang - ''Tearz''
  Slick Rick - ''All Alone (No one to be with)''
  Dr dre Ft Snoop - ''Lil Ghetto Boy''
  Ice T - ''I Must Stand'' (Emotional shit right there)
  Onyx - ''Last Dayz''
  Raekwon Ft Masta Killa - ''The Table''
  Raekwon Ft GFK - ''Heaven & Hell''
  Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek - ''Expansion Outtro (A Women)''
  ''          ''            '' - ''Good Mourning''
  ''          ''            '' - ''Memories Live''
  The Pharcyde - ''Passing Me By''
  Wyclef - Yele (Even though i don't Patois, I feel him...lol)

[=[Euthanasia]=]

There's PLENTY of emotional verses out there too choose from, here's 2 of my choices (both from 'Pac):


Ain't Mad Atcha (Video Version 3rd Verse)

Father forgive us for livin', while all my homies stuck in prison
Barely breathing, believin' that the world is a prison
It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose givin' bloom through the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see
Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies never made it home
The dead kids I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest
Findin peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms
Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world full of countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show a sign, make us all believe
Cause I ain't mad at cha

That particular verse makes me emotional.


Pain ('Pac's last verse)

They got me mobbin like I'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin'
I'm a nuttin' drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
don't let 'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
with a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
I know you feel me
there's so much pain

When you hear him spit this verse you can just feel the emotions he was feeling, the pain, that some really angry shit right there.

[Jome]

I agree with DMD, that Scarface-verse was touching indeed.

But I'd like to add a Beanie Siegel-verse, yup you heard right.

[Beanie Sigel]
Damn how am I gonna say this shit?
hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
'cause I looked just like you
Said I'd be nothing but a crook
just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'Cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog I can't see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
fuck you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta  teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nigga you make me sick
pussy you could....ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nigga you left my mom
left us with no good-bye's
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nigga some of my hungriest nights
shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop shit

[CHORUS]
Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?
Beanie: And when you come home, you got us here all alone
Female: Mommy, Where Daddy Went?
Beanie: You always stick up for him
Always said you'd make up for him
Female: Mommy, What Happened Then?
Beanie: What was you cheatin on him?
Why he's always beatin' on you?
Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?
Beanie: Nigga, you gonna hear me out

[West Coast Veteran]

Scarface on "This Can't Be Life"
2Pac on "I Ain't Mad At Cha"

Both verses hit me everytime.

[Lil Suge Knight]

2 Pac's Thug Passion was all about bitches also How Do You Want It

But the most emotional song Ive ever heard and is the best from Pac is............Only God Can Judge Me

Only God can judge me, is that right?
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business

Verse One: 2Pac

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me

Chorus: 2Pac

[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

*heart monitor: long beep*
Flatline!

Verse Two: 2Pac

I hear the doctor standing over me *heart monitor: beeping slowly*
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me *beeping sound stops*
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this?  I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me?  And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me

Chorus w/ variations

Interlude: 2Pac

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
       (That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
       (You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live

Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac

Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me

Chorus w/ variations

[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right?
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] Man, look here man
      My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
      That's for the homey mental
      We up out