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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[Intro: 50Cent singing, {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Nights like this... I wish.
Rain drops would fa-a-a-all
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath. - Freeze! {50CENT!} [shot]
[50Cent:]
I got a 16 shot Rugger, I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars.
Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards!
I run Interscope, uh-uh! Oh, my God! {HAHA!}
Your stuff I'll make it hot
You want I'll get ya shot. [gunshot]
You're just open your coffin',
You're dead men walking.
Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart,
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard.
[Chorus: 50Cent singing]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya!
Must be goin' crazy.
Cause I'm still down,
To get down to let off rounds [gunshot]
I'm loadin' up my 380. [gun cocks]
I can't wait 'till I see death. [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}
[beat starts from the begining]
[Intro: 50Cent singing]
Nights like this... I wish. {BRING IT BACK!}
Rain drops would fa-a-a-all {GOD-...}
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath. - Freeze! {-DAMN!} [shot]
[50Cent:]
I got a 16 shot Rugger, I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars.
Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards!
I run Interscope uh-uh! Oh, my God! {SHADYVILLE!}
Your stuff I'll make it hot,
You want I'll get ya shot [gunshot]
You're just open your coffin.
You're dead men walking. {WHOO! WHOO!}
Now when I'm out in London - they say I'm so smart
I fired rounds from pounds, I came up so hard.
[Chorus: 50Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya!
Must be goin' crazy.
Cause I'm still down,
To get down to let off rounds. [gunshot]
I'm loadin' up my 380. {CAN WE GET!} [gun cocks]
I can't wait 'till I see - death! [gunshot]
Oh babyyyy! {MORE KEYS!}
Nigga I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you. (you! you! YO!) {WHOO! WHOO!}
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm tryin' to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators
My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters.
The condos in Vegas - cause NY freezin',
My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin'. [gunshot] {SHADYVILLE!}
??Coke and?? Young - WATCHIN' 50!
And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly.
Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur
Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. [shot] {DAMN!}
[Chorus: 50Cent singing]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya!
Must be goin' crazy.
Cause I'm still down,
To get down to let off rounds. [explode]
I'm loadin' up my 380 [gun cocks]
I can't wait 'till I see - death!
Oh babyyyy!
Nigga I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you.
[Outro: 50Cent]
It's the first of the month! [echoes]
Hahahaha! [echoes]
It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga! [echoes]
OOOHHH! [echoes]
It's a fuckin' zoo out here, man! [echoes]
These fuckin' chimpanzees, man! [echoes]
Fuckin' monkeys talkin' 'bout me, man! [echoes]
Pull through there man, it's hot! [echoes]
These niggas out on the curb, I'm like look at these donkies! [echoes]
Bunch of fuckin' jackasses! [echoes]
Man go DO something, nigga!
What the fuck, man? [echoes]
Damn, nigga go to jail nigga!
Give yourself an excuse for bein' fuckin' broke nigga! [echoes]
Come on, man! [echoes]
Fuck is up man! [echoes]
This 50, man! [echoes] SouthSide, man! [echoes]
You already know what I'm about boy! [echoes] {WHOOO!} [explode] [beat stops]