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 talking continued from previous track]
You need a wash your face you know
I got a million dollars for every bump on your face
And next year, you're gonna have a fuckin' acne problem
[Intro]
Ahh!
Yeah (yeah)
Uh, showtime, I'ma make it look easy, check it
[Verse]
I told niggas I'm a hustler, it's like they keep on forgettin'
36 mil in eight months, you still think I'm bullshittin'?
Catch me on top of Fortune's Hot 100
Head of G-Unit Enterprises, still getting blunted
Went from sellin' crack to rap, that's two different games
But they're parallel to each other, homie, so they're quite the same
You know that crack spot so hot, you better off playin' the block
Fiends can't help but be fiends, they come and cop for the cops
Back in the pens again, penitentiary doors spin
The game's full of heartbreaks, can I win for Christ sakes?
Ace after ace, Lady Luck just won't fuck with me
That's why I got this attitude, nigga don't say "what up" to me
I took somethin' heart-pumpin', move and I'll pop somethin'
Cop bricks, break 'em down to pieces and prop somethin'
Niggas stay in stunt mode so I stay strapped up
My body language sayin', ''Fuck around and get clapped up''
I sip on Coke mixed with Henny, go for broke with the semi
Niggas talk behind my back, but they don't really want it with me
Pussy niggas pop shit, me, I'm on that block shit
That rubber band, hundred grand in that night box, bitch
You know the raps bought the Benz, and the cracks bought the rims
Vivica she bought the gym, told you I'm a fuckin' pimp
I was born a bad seed, I defied the odds
I ain't play the hand that I was dealt, I switched the cards
Still I keep a poker face, frontin', I'ma catch a case
Flip out and poke your face, you're laid out, now what a waste
I'm Super Fly, Ron O'Neal of this rap shit
When that drama pop and you get shot
Let's see you bounce back, bitch
[Hook]
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
I'ma have to chase you outta here
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
I'ma have to chase you outta here
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
I'ma have to chase you outta here
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
I'ma have to chase you outta here
[Louis Farrakhan] Have you ever had contact with 50 other than through music
[Ja Rule] Yeah, we, we, we fought in Atlanta…um
[Louis Farrakhan] Actual, an actual fight
[Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah, we, we fought in Atlanta, we fought in um…New York, in Hit Factory
Like I didn’t, I wasn’t feelin' his whole style
And so
It got a little violent, you know um
He punched me, he snuff me