Tupac Amaru Shakur nació el 16 de junio de 1971 en Harlem, Nueva York. Su madre, Afeni Shakur, y su padrastro, Mutulu Shakur, eran miembros activos del movimiento Black Panther, lo que influyó considerablemente en la formación del joven Tupac. Desde temprana edad, mostró un notable interés por el arte y la poesía.
La familia Shakur se mudó con frecuencia durante la juventud de Tupac, lo que le expuso a una variedad de experiencias y culturas. Finalmente, se establecieron en Baltimore, Maryland, donde asistió a la Baltimore School for the Arts. Allí, Tupac estudió actuación, poesía, jazz y ballet, y destacó por su talento artístico.
Tupac ingresó al mundo de la música como MC New York en el grupo de rap Digital Underground en 1991. Su participación en el álbum "This is an EP Release" y más tarde en "Sons of the P" allanó el camino para su carrera en solitario. En 1991, lanzó su primer álbum, "2Pacalypse Now", un trabajo que abordó temas sociales y políticos, obteniendo tanto aclamación crítica como controversia.
El segundo álbum de Tupac, "Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.", lanzado en 1993, consolidó su fama con éxitos como "Keep Ya Head Up" y "I Get Around". Su habilidad para abordar temas políticos y personales resonó profundamente con una amplia audiencia.
Sin embargo, la vida de Tupac estaba plagada de controversia. En 1994, fue acusado de abuso sexual, delito por el que fue condenado a prisión. Además, Tupac fue
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Don't Sleep Song Lyrics
Don't Sleep by Tupac Shakur sh*t
When I enter the first zone worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G when niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and b**ch and watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin', hell or prison
My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world, me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected, a trick b**ch where's your heart?
You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til it's none left, don't sleep
We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep
We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time
Dumpin' on motherf**kers at random
Rapidly wit' accuracy, they shouldn't've talk bad to me
It had to be a motherf**kin' murder
I'm glad to be a nigga that did the murder
So sad to see another motherf**ker floatin'
In plastic reef, sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police coastin'
Casualties warrant in deep east Oakland
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt, drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger, death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullet fly, kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me like my guns in varieties
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin', dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out ain't no easy way outs or easy exits, don't sleep
We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep
We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time
When I hit the street all I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
Whateva you do shawty you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be, yeah, I'ma keep it G
I'm from the Three and Scr*p will neva sleep
We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep
We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep
Don't sleep
Don't sleep