2Pac

2Pac fue un rapero y actor estadounidense que nació el 16 de junio de 1971 en Nueva York. Su nombre real era Lesane Parish Crooks. Su estilo musical se caracterizó por el hip hop político y el gangsta rap. Su álbum All Eyez on Me (1996) fue el primero en la historia del rap en ser doble y certificado como disco de diamante. Fue asesinado a tiros el 13 de septiembre de 1996 en Las Vegas, tras una rivalidad entre el hip hop de la costa este y oeste. Es considerado uno de los raperos más influyentes de todos los tiempos.

1991: 2Pacalypse Now

Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought. Trapped

The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down Just can’t understand why we gettin’ respect, now. I Don’t Give A Fuck

And though I been around clowning with the Underground I’m still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y’all, if my homies call. If My Homie Calls

Too many brothers, daily headed for the big pen Niggas comin’ out worse-off than when they went in. Trapped

‘Cause this is the day we make ’em pay Fuck bailing hay, I better spray with an AK. I Don’t Give A Fuck

Emancipation Proclamation? Please! Lincoln just said that to save the nation. Words of Wisdom

Gettin’ drunk, throwin’ up, cuffed up, then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out to money and fame I changed my name, played a different game. Trapped

Ready to buck and rip shit up, I had enough! (Yeah) And I just don’t give a fuck. I Don’t Give A Fuck

“If you ever need a place to stay” “Well, alright, y’all. If My Homie Calls

No Malcolm X in my history text, why’s that? ’Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week? He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek. Words of Wisdom

1993: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don’t want it if it’s that easy. I Get Around

No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me, And the media is greedier than most, You could sell ‘em your soul and they’ll be on ya till a nigga’s a ghost. Point the Finga

Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me He had me feelin’ like black was the thing to be. Keep Ya Head Up

Here we go, turn it up, let’s start From block to block we snatching hearts and jacking marks And the punk police can’t fade me and maybe We can have peace someday, G. Holler If Ya Hear Me

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots. Keep Ya Head Up

Ayo, bust it, baby got a problem saying “bye-bye” Just another hazard of a fly guy. I Get Around

Yo, law Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one? Yeah, Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back And I still don’t give a fuck, yaknahmsayin’?. Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z…

Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when they free ya if not when they shove me in. Holler If Ya Hear Me

And when he tells you you ain’t nothin’, don’t believe him And if he can’t learn to love you, you should leave him ‘Cause, sister, you don’t need him. Keep Ya Head Up

It’s a lot of real G’s doin’ time Cause a groupie bent the truth and told a lie. I Get Around

Holler if ya hear me!, “Hard” “Tellin’ you to hear it” “The rebel”. Holler If Ya Hear Me

And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women — do we hate our women?. Keep Ya Head Up

‘Cause the police love to break a nigga Send ’em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas Straight fools into rules and do niggas. Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z…

1995: Me Against the World

It’s just me against the world Nothin’ to lose It’s just me against the world, baby I got nothin’ to lose It’s just me against the world Stuck in the game Me against the world, baby. Me Against the World

Remember Kato, no longer with us, he’s deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets Now he rest in peace. So Many Tears

When I was young, me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets. Dear Mama

I’d see the day when I would calm down, you ain’t heard? I’ve been known to clown and get around, that’s my word. Temptations

Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is out for me The projects is full of bullets Though bodies is droppin’ there ain’t no stoppin’ me. Me Against the World

Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears If I should die before I wake Please God walk with me Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven. So Many Tears

I finally understand For a woman it ain’t easy tryin’ to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it. Dear Mama

Throw up the finger! And all my homies go Throw them the finger! You know what, baby, it’s like. Temptations

Tried makin’ fat cuts, but yo, it ain’t workin’ And evil’s lurkin’, I can see him smirkin’ when I gets to pervin’. Me Against the World

Inside my mind couldn’t find a place to rest Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest. So Many Tears

I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids. Dear Mama

1996: All Eyez on Me

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?, Everybody’s dyin’ tell me what’s the use of tryin’. Only God Can Judge Me

Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West A state that’s untouchable like Eliot Ness. California Love

Say they ready for the funk, but I don’t think they knowin’ Straight to the depths of Hell is where them cowards goin’ Well, are you still down? Nigga, holla when you see me. All Eyez on Me

You screamin’, “Go 2Pac!” and I ain’t stoppin’ till I’m well-paid Bail’s paid now, nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire. Can’t C Me

Yeah, all the homies that I ain’t talk to in a while I’ma send this one out for y’all Know what I mean? ‘Cause I ain’t mad at cha Heard y’all tearin’ up shit out there Kickin’ up dust, givin’ a motherfuck Yeah, niggas, ’cause I ain’t mad at cha. I Ain’t Mad at Cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin’, playin’ dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin’, knowin’ that we wasn’t. I Ain’t Mad at Cha

I been in the game for 10 years makin’ rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin’ Sassoon Now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin’, lookin’ like I robbed Liberace. California Love

Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me. All Eyez on Me

D-R-E, you got me heated; my words like a penitentiary dick Hittin’ bitches where it’s most needed. Can’t C Me

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll ‘Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn’t quite learn. I Ain’t Mad at Cha

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah You don’t wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin’ at me But they can’t do nothin’ to a G Let’s get ready to rumble!. Ambitionz Az a Ridah

1996: The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

And God said he should send his one begotten son (What do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die) To lead the wild into the ways of the man. Hail Mary

Look for me, lost in the whirlwind ’96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin’ 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind. Me and My Girlfriend

Against all odds, up in the studio gettin’ blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke. Against All Odds

It’s not about East or West It’s about niggas and bitches Power and money, ridaz and punks Which side are you on?. Bomb First (My Second Reply)

Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?. Hail Mary

Our childhood years recall the tears, heart laced with venom Smokin’ sherm, drinkin’ malt liquor — father, forgive ’em.Me and My Girlfriend

This little nigga named Nas think he live like me Talking ’bout he left the hospital, took five like me You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit. Against All Odds

My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean? I hit the scene, niggas duckin’ from my guillotine stare. Bomb First (My Second Reply)