50 Cent, cuyo nombre de nacimiento es Curtis James Jackson III, nació el 6 de julio de 1975 en el barrio de South Jamaica, Queens, Nueva York. Criado por su madre, Sabrina, quien fue traficante de drogas, 50 Cent enfrentó múltiples dificultades desde una temprana edad. Su madre murió cuando él tenía apenas ocho años, dejando a Curtis bajo el cuidado de sus abuelos.
Durante su adolescencia, Jackson cayó en el tráfico de drogas y tuvo numerosos problemas con la ley. Sin embargo, desde joven mostró interés en la música, escribiendo y componiendo sus propios temas.
El camino hacia el estrellato no fue fácil. 50 Cent comenzó su carrera musical en los últimos años de la década de 1990, grabando su primer álbum Power of the Dollar en 2000 para Columbia Records. Sin embargo, el álbum nunca fue lanzado oficialmente debido a un incidente que cambió su vida: 50 Cent recibió nueve disparos en un tiroteo en mayo de 2000. Milagrosamente, sobrevivió y decidió centrarse completamente en su carrera musical.
Tras recuperarse, 50 Cent llamó la atención de Eminem, quien quedó impresionado por su mixtape Guess Who's Back?. Eminem lo presentó a Dr. Dre, y juntos decidieron firmarlo bajo sus sellos discográficos, Shady Records y Aftermath Entertainment.
En 2003, lanzó su álbum debut Get Rich or Die Tryin', el cual fue un éxito
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[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Yeah....
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wan' be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
But when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique, it's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
[Tony Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now that I'm livin, I'm out to get it
My truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in thе whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikеrs Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the vma's
Kilo's in a gram, po's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
[Mase - Verse 3]
Yeah, you know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while there's two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggas mouth like "Who is you dissin'?"
Be a year 'fore they knew who you was missin', nigga
You gave, I had a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Do 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Just a man try wake up and can't wake up
Back guards face straight up with pounds of make up
'cause everytime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby"
Quick as I see issue, bullets'll hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one'll miss you
Pain start to kickin' it's too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like the Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me to get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made I'm homesick
Move powerful like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like I'm Saudi Arabian