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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Get The Strap
[Intro]
Trilogy
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[Post-Chorus: Casanova]
F*** that, niggas out here active blood
What’s brackin’? You’ll never catch us lackin’, blood
You stupid, you think we ain’t packin’, ‘blood
F*** wrong with you? I don’t like the way you actin’, blood
(Get up off me)
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)
That’s his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
That’s his man, hit him too, that ni*** down with him
Check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him
He could get it, him too, ni*** go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?)
Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin’ smoked
Line ’em up; they ain’t hard to find, all them niggas broke (stupid!)
Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?
Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!)
Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin’ it (I see ya)
Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Aight, so boom, first up all y’all niggas suck my dick
Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother’s lips (stoopid!)
Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin’ out they mouth
Y’all dead-ass, like I won’t punch you in your fuc*** mouth
Matter of fact, I’ma smack fire out you boy
Are you dumb? I’ma beat the brakes off you boy
You some “gas what I smoke, nigga” (bang bang)
Nah, on this dick your mother choke ni***
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[Post-Chorus: Casanova]
Man f*** that, my niggas ’bout that action blood
Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in blood
They scrapping, my niggas get to clappin”, blood
F*** wrong with you? I don’t like how you actin’, blood
(Get up off me)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Don’t play me like I’m pu***, I will pull up and bang bang
Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon’ pop out
Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out
Blow the whole stock out, and I’m ’bout what I’m ’bout
I’m a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it
Bend your block, one o’clock, blowing the trumpet
I’m with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks
I’m stupid rich, still doing some stupid shit
You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside
That’s the third time you’ve been got, second time you was shot
Your man just ain’t your man, he saw us first and fuc*** ran
We on a different type of time, you on some different shit
Now ni***, don’t you play with me, play with a bitch
I ain’t ran into a problem that I can’t fix
Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap