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: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
G-Unit, nigga!
50 Cent, you heard me!
Irv, I don't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker!
I fuck you up nigga!
Fuckin' punk-ass nigga!
Don't nobody respect you nigga!
You Preme's son nigga
Muhfuckers been gettin' extorted from day one
It's all kind of bitch in you, Chinese
Spanish, Black, White!
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine
So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane
I'm in the Range switching lanes
Reminiscing on cans of sardines
[Lloyd Banks]
.. and car dreams
I'll burn an unfamiliar bun
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood
Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks getting brain
[50 Cent]
Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers
Two-seaters, two meters
[Lloyd Banks]
.. and a bundle of haze
It's enough to last fourteen days
Eat where they sell lobster
My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner
[Tony Yayo]
Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama
I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata
[50 Cent]
Nigga, I've been hotter since '97
You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo]
Different day, same shit
[Lloyd Banks]
Well, what you copping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo]
X case, more bricks
[Lloyd Banks]
Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?
Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off
[Tony Yayo]
I got a model with a sick ass
Bagged her on Fifth Ave
I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass
[50 Cent]
Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast
And as far as pussy
[Lloyd Banks]
I've been through more walls than asbestos
[Tony Yayo]
So let's toast and have a sex on the beach
These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech
[50 Cent]
Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis
Met her in club Exit, caught her eyein' my piece
[Lloyd Banks]
And with all the birds at the show
I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe
Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio
Ha ha, crazy bitch
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Ja you lil Stuart Little lookin' motherfucker!
Catch you I'll break your motherfuckin' neck nigga
You only weigh 110 pounds you little faggot!
I know the stylist you been fuckin' too, nigga, I paid him fifty thousand!
Check my album out nigga, February 11th you gon' hear him talk!
YOU LIL BITCH!
Tried to jump off like it's a promotional stunt
Seven days before your album drop, huh? You lil bitch!
Order of protection
From who?
Who I need a order protection from, nigga? haha
You lil k, ah man, you motherfuckers, man
Y'all niggas is gon' make this a lot of fun for me