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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[Produced by Dr.Dre]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I make 'em move
I make 'em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around
Let's see what we got up in here
[Hook: x2]
Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (you ain't freaking, we ain't speaking, bitch)
Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (it's Dr Dre and 50 Cent, trick)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They say he couldn't do it, look, now, I did it
I topped 'In the Club', I'm still sipping the bub
The drama, I'm with it, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That's why a nigga's bidded, I can't forget it
I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV's, my rims is so sidick
I cruise through, your bitch just fell in love with it
Baby, come in, girl, I want to give it to you
Once I'm in, it's on, I'm a freak with it
Money comes quidick, hot shit, I spit it
G Unit kidicks, blue New York fitted
Shorty, want to cut, oh, yeah, I'm with it
She comes to my hotel room, she know she's gone get it
Its exercise, my homie, he's been waiting, he's next in line
[Hook]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
People always talking about my reputation
I don't love them, I don't need them
I don't love them, I don't need them
I don't love them
I don't care what she do with him, it's all good with me
Suwoo
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
They can't do it how I do it, I'm number one, I knew it
I do, I do my thing and gangsters bop to it
It's hit after hit, damn, I'm on a roll
I'm like James Brown now, man, I've got soul
No, I ain't a pimp, hell, but yeah, I've got hoes
I was born to do this, when I breathe I make a killing
Think I'm bullshitting, my money's touching the ceiling
Cam buying condos, I'm buying the whole building
I'm pissing on grown women, R Kelly do it to children
You bet against me, boy, I'mma hurt your feelings
Because over and over, I'mma keep on winning
My Rolls Royce's tinted, your Phantom's rented
That's why we never ever ever see you with it
Man, everybody knows, like everywhere I go
When 50 in the club, shit just goes out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre, okay?
[Hook]