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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[Trey Songz]
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah
And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I just happen to come up hard (come up hard)
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
[50 Cent]
I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn
Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker
Collectin’ property, playin' Monopoly (ha, ha)
You might want bond with us, build and break bread
You think I'm fucking ’round, look there's money to make here
More snakes than rats, it's just a habit to my habitat
Grab this strap, I'ma show you who to blam it at
God damn can we all just get along? (No)
Hell no, not when you forget who put you on (yeah)
My plug he need the keys to success
Take two and make three, they the best
Pure shit, not weak shit, I got this
Fearless not careless, now watch this
Money flip like it's suppose to flip
Reup, then double up, watch me hit the lick
[Trey Songz]
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I just happen to come up hard (come up hard)
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Ha, watch how you move in my city
Ooh yeah, we kinda cool but we pity too, yeah
I know a killer, and he's still in school
If I tell him that it's up, then it's litty, ooh, yeah
They tryna line me for my shit (ooh)
Hoodie, masked up, I wish you would try to get through
Before I was rappin’, I was like you hittin’ licks too
Now I'm buyin’ everything, like I'm too good for a rental
You act like you know everything, you don't know what I been through
Send my goonie to pull up on you, like Suge with the pistol
He might hit you and then spin your block wit your friend too
If you pull up on me and you movin' wild then it’s lit
Know it's always on me, even when I sleep, it's under the pillow
They been plottin' on me since I was eighteen wearin' Kenzo
Ain't rentin' no jeans, Mike Amiri got me official
They ain't want me when I wasn't hard to get to
[Trey Songz]
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I just happen to come up hard (come up hard)
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it