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: Prodigy]
Hahahaha, ahhhhh...
Ay, ay, come here bitch
Woo!
Yeah I'm talkin' to you, I'm talkin' to you, shorty
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid; they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
At the show, do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn, the broads said "Thanks"
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
Niggas bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-Unit!"
Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel, unless we grip
And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick
[Hook: Prodigy]
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Shorty, what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
I'm tryna fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up, in the telly, you'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that, yeah I'll work that, work that
[Verse 2: Havoc]
It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaign
No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up 'til you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number, she'll be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the Massacre tour for nothing
We destroy good girls; send them home, pussy soft from fucking
Catch 'em in the morning in somebody white tee
And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the telly to the tour bus
Here's the hotline bitch, call us
[Hook: Prodigy]
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass