Alright... here is some of the most 'moving' rap songs I've heard.
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Deadly ass verses
We droppin this shit like bombs
These niggas be talkin that shit
And I wonder right up if they know they can't get none
Deadly ass verses
We droppin this shit for you ho's
The villin is now in effect
Hey yo pat nigga show em how you gunna flow
The villin is chillin
I'm plannin
And I'm killin you niggas for sport
And I'm tackin your life
And I'm leaving you dead on the side
Why cause I had no
2 way shootin and killin them niggas for nothin
See I don't know how in the fuck I got in it I really don't know
Started up all of this shootin
But I
Know that
I finish this so I pop
I clip in my glock and I spray
Through everyone I saw fall
Bustin out of the club through the window with my bloody glock
It in my draws
Takin no prisoners
Leavin no witnesses
This nigga is body this fucking song
I'm puttin my bloody glock in his mouth and he's rappin his lips so real my gun
Scroovin and movin and groovin
I blow and I lettin you now
When I'm ruthless
I shot with the villin is chillin
And I'll kill em for nothin
For real and my nigga
And I ain't goin
Bustin up out this
Some sprints on a nigga that tried me
But he didn't last
He was writing a paycheck
With his mouth
His sissy couldn't cash
Are you trick
Niggas be thinkin the villins a sucku
But I don't give a fuck
When I bite my bottom lip you bitches better duck
Any mother fucker that defies me will end up riding in a hearse
I don't give a single cause on a deadly fuck
That's why I wrote this deadly verse
Deadly ass verses
We droppin this shit like bombs
These niggas be talkin that shit
And I wonder right up if they know they can't get none
Deadly ass verses
We droppin this shit for you ho's
The gangsta is now in effect
Yo my nigga show them how you gunna flow
I'm bustin they flow
And ya know
When I'm goin
I love when I come with that wicked style
Robbin they killas
Since I can remember
Cause see I was born as a wicked child
Comin up out of the grave
Nothin could save
You wanna start and get bucked
I'm rippin and flippin that shotgun
I'm back on attackin
I really don't give a fuck
Smokin that chronic
And feelin bionic
I'm smoked straight out off in another time
I might be insane
I'm keepin my game
I feel like I'm goin straight out of my mind
Pull out my nine
Cock it one time
Put it right up on the side of my head
Should I let me live
Or should I pull
The trigger and fill
Myself full of lead
Am I really ready for suicide
I know and I wanna just go there
But if it's not what I think it is
What if they wont let me flow there
What if they wont let me keep me your number
Outside when I'm ready to fall now
I guess I just gotta straight come
And drop you a bone when it's time to all out
I'm trippin and clippin and flippin
The niggas that wanna ride up and get bucked out
Bitches be talkin that shit
But they suckin my dick
In the end they get fucked out
Niggas that fuck with they G
They must love to get haled off in hearses
They don't understand I'm the man
And I'm droppin these deadly ass verses
Deadly ass verses
We droppin this shit like bombs
These niggas be talkin that shit
And I wonder right up if they know they can't get none
Deadly ass verses
We now we talk on the left up
My nigga lets flip the script
And rock this funky shit together
Cant nobody fuck with us
Niggas that know they can't get none
But what if they think that they can
Why don't they run up and try to come get some
Deadly ass verses we droppin these lyrics for all of you ho's
The villin is now in effect
Hey yo pat nigga show em how your gunna flow
I'm poppin my clip in my glock
An I'm bustin up all of my councils
Til I see you fallin
I'm rappin out of this thing
Cause I'm hiding my bloody glock deep inside my draws
And I'm leaving you all out
And this is for all of my bitches I have picked up in a heist
I'm am a bad nigga
Stoppin the flow and irruptin
And I'm lettin you know I'm nothin nice
Cant nobody fuck with us
Niggas that know they can't get none
But what if they think that they can
Why don't they run up and try to come get some
Deadly ass verses we droppin these lyrics for all of you ho's
The gangsta is now in effect
Yo my nigga show them how your gunna flow
I'm killin and stealin for money
I'm keepin my nine up
I'm somebody's face
If they move I'm gunna blast
And I'm kicken they ass
And I'm takin they shit
But they catch me a murder case
Niggas that know
They can't fuck with the gangsta
If they do I kill them and leave them for dead
I watch cause I'm on top with my glock
I don't stop
I just pop
And rake shop
When I droppin a deadly verse
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[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever
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[Chorus x2 (Mike Jones & Paul Wall samples)]
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84's when I'm rollin' up
I got them TV screens fallin' down
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84's when I'm rollin' up
Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side
[Juicy J]
Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side
On a Sunday afternoon you can see it in my eyes
I been cheifin' like an Indian player this the shit
Ridin' down to the park strip holla'n at a bitch
Put your foot on the brakes then hit the gas and make it flick
Then watch the hoes start lookin' but they can't off in my tint
Cause' its some players out this motherfucker ridin' in the backseat
But before you wanna' get off in my whip you gotta suck me
[Crunchy Blac]
You got me leainin' to the right you got me leanin' to the left
I done sipped so much syrrrp I might not think I need some help
You mix three fuckin' hoes and a two litre of player
Then you better go get you a freaky little girl
You ask her "Does she smoke weed" and that bicth holla "yes"
She pulled out some cigars and some weed with pruple haze
Then my kinfolks call and say that he got purple drank
And I turned that fuckin' corner headed to the purple drank
[Chorus x2]
[DJ Paul]
(I got, I got) I got them 28's on the Chevy sittin' so high
The plastic cups in the cup holder's gettin' dry
And before I see the bottom ima holla at LL
Cause that means I need a R-E-F-I-L-L
From the, bottom to top nuthin', but that thick
I got, a thick bitch playin', with my dick
And she, done got lit, now she, curious
She lookin' at my dollar wantin' to take a hit
You know, I'm passin' it, long as you actin' right
If she get gonzo im'a smack the daylight
Clean up out the hoe, kick her out the do'
Call up "get high" Chris, go and get some mo'
[Chorus x2]
[Sample Playing]
"Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side"
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