Tupac Amaru Shakur nació el 16 de junio de 1971 en Harlem, Nueva York. Sus padres, Afeni Shakur y Billy Garland, eran miembros del Partido Pantera Negra, un movimiento revolucionario que luchaba por los derechos civiles de la comunidad afroamericana. Este entorno radical influyó profundamente en la vida y obra de Tupac.
De joven, Tupac demostró un talento excepcional para las artes escénicas. Asistió a la Escuela de Artes de Baltimore, donde estudió teatro, poesía y ballet. Allí conoció a Jada Pinkett, una amiga cercana que más tarde se convertiría en una destacada actriz de Hollywood.
En 1991, Tupac comenzó su carrera musical como corista del grupo de rap Digital Underground. Su talento rápidamente le permitió lanzar su primer álbum en solitario, 2Pacalypse Now, en 1991. Este disco causó controversia debido a sus letras cargadas de mensajes sociales y políticos.
En 1993, Tupac lanzó su segundo álbum, Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z., que incluía éxitos como I Get Around y Keep Ya Head Up. Este álbum consolidó su lugar en la industria musical y le otorgó un estatus de estrella.
A medida que su carrera musical crecía, Tupac también incursionó en el cine, protagonizando películas como Juice (1992) y Poetic Justice (1993) junto a Janet Jackson.
Tupac no estuvo exento de problemas legales. En 1994, fue acusado de abuso sexual y posteriormente sentenciado a prisión. Sin embargo, su influencia y popularidad no disminuyeron.
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No Part Of Dis Lyrics[Intro: 2Pac & Money B]
What what what what what what?
Flavor Unit in the mothafuckin' house
2Pac ready to set this out
For the niggas that thought I fell off
This especially goes out to my mothafuckin' homie AG
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Everybody's wondering if I fell just to get a couple of sales
Well, I still be (Hot as hell)
Now I'm back to rip this track like I'm dyslexic
Niggas staying vexed and hextin' how I sextin'
Now who's next? Prepare to hit a texts figurin' nigga to beat
Harder than all the heads up in the projects
While you're standin' there wonderin' how I'm rippin' and rockin' the shit
Pimpin', poppin' shit, 2Pac’ll hit you with some hippity hoppity shit
Niggas get a grip or slip and slit yo' shit
I hit you quick for some old shit you ain't equipped to kick
2Pac gon' lift, he's ready take control of it
Niggas don't trip when I'll be gettin' to the solve of it
So think quick or get whiffed or you're sleepin'
These niggas don't want no peace, I'm fuckin' beat 'em
Niggas don't want no parts of this
[Shock G & 2Pac]
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
Oaktown got it goin' on
(2Pac go ahead rock)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Who shit you up? I'm 'bout to get you to get the go now
So quick, you never took no shit for me, I kid a no man, nigga
Cold as the snowman, flowin'
So niggas know that blow for blowin'
I'll never slow, exam my flowin', I'll do shows from hoein'
So here we go and, I did the show, now give me dough and
Act like you knowin', I run this shit like Jesse Owens
Overthrowin', still throw elbow
Play a heroic, I slow ya like you're fuckin' growin'
Never underestimate a nigga that's ready to rip this microphone
To the last that [?] uuh
So time to leave me the fuck alone
I'm full-grown, so buck in the fuckin' zone
I'll never look for trouble, but you startin' shit
Nigga get mad as fuck, the suckas get no parts of it
Niggas don't get no parts of this
[Shock G & 2Pac]
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
(Check this out)
(2Pac go ahead rock)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
If I had a bigger dick or a dime for every time
Motherfuckas took a bit of the line from in my rhyme
I'll be richer than a bitch with a trick with big pockets
Equipped with the dick that's so thick, it fits sockets
Please don't misinterpret what I say to be dirty
Mothafuckas wanna jerk me, so they ugly how they work me, huh
A fuckin' freestyle frenzy for the funky, pop a token
Let me pomp it, kickin' the shit just like a donkey
So stay off of me, you killin' me softly
Mister Softie sweatin' that you lost me or toss me
I wish these niggas were smellin' coffee
Or better yet they smell the [?], no thank ya
I rather smoke the dank if my art start sinkin' like an oil tanker
I'm rippin' it quick and niggas know you're not that start this shit
I tear it apart when I rock shit
Niggas don't get no piece of this