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]
Cam? I mean I....
I was being nice to him
Ok I'll get him
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on
It's King(King)
50 don't call me nigga
I don't wan talk it out
The 40 cal'l hit yo leg
Go on walk it out
I see it clear
You're tryin to sabotage Jimmy?
See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henney?
I send haitian niggas at you
Yea sao pai say
Zo-pound
niggas they don't play
Buck stabbin' niggas on camera
And it's ok
Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder
Get a year of probation
Damnit you have a clue
what you facin?
You must ain't hear me
I done told you I'm a a boss
I'm eatin' good
But I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is
50's Not Jake
And Cam' better stay out his way
[Chorus:]
Everything's cooler than a fan
Till you roll on
Have you in the high seat
You tryna hold on
Niggas in the waitin' room
Been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line
And doc say he's gone
He's gone.
Haha that's fucked up
When They Say He's Gone
[crying]
aha aha ahaa
He dead
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Boy knew that could happen
Fuckin' wit da kid
This is graveyard music right here?
Ya dig?
This is not competition
This is murder
Career ending
Mind bending
Southside ya finished
Now look
Niggas laughin' at Cam down on linix
They heard what he did
But they don't know why he did it
I have 80 and them boys wit black flags
Come through with black mags
And have niggas zip up them black bags
For a second he was hot
Now he cold
I apply pressure to niggas
Until they fold
But nevermind me
Man that's just how I be
The Game got me trained
They call me the Hustle Mayne
And like Fame
My style'll live forever
They thought I crossed over
Cause they dont' know no better
I think they think I'm laxed now
Cause I got the cheddar
Till I have a turned back
Bustin' trust me it's nothin
(OH!)
[Chorus:]
Everything's cooler than a fan
Till you roll on
Have you in the high seat
You tryna hold on
Niggas in the waitin' room
Been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line
And doc say he's gone
He's gone.
When They Say He's Gone
[50 Cent: Talking]
It shouldn't have to be like this man (Yea)
Dipset
Cam stay up
I'm not gon' destroy dipset
Just gotta maintain them
From now on
Jimmy's the boss of dipset
and Juelz is the capo (he's gone)
Cam's demoted to soldier
We like Jimmy better anyway
Ballin'
C'mon Man
What the last Cam' joint you like?
Computer's Computin'
Boogety Boogin (he's gone)
Cam'ron
You better learn how to talk to me
OH!