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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[Intro: 50 Cent]
50! Believe me it's easy! We number one effortlessly!
Ha ha! This is the Unit!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
P****n**** come around me, movin
I'll put a hollow through him (Hollow through him)
I'll leave your body, oozin
I don't know who confused him (Who confused him? !)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
From PR to DR, n****s know who we are
They know how we do it it's the motherf***in Unit
Push the rock move the yayo stack paper like Leggos
Rap tornado yeah we f*** with Tego
He don't even speak spanish he a fraud
Joe really don't want drama he a broad see that cannon oh lord
That n**** get to talkin to God
Like father forgive me for my sins and forgive me for my friends
If you give me one more chance I will not do this again
Why 50 never lose man he always wins
It's cause the block love us, you, cocksucker
I, got your number, this could be your last summer
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
P****n**** come around me, movin
I'll put a hollow through him (Hollow through him)
I'll leave your body, oozin
I don't know who confused him (Who confused him? !)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Passport's stamped up, money mesmerizin
Tropic horizon, juicy socailizin
Oochie girl conivin but Gucci girl poppin
Chloe bag, Chloe boots down to the stockings (Ohhh-OHHHHH!)
I catch extras, with extra toppings
Hunnid E-X, 50 dropped the top in
Ain't no stoppin, G-Unit poppin
Audi R8, jake cannot stop him (Break it down now!)
Joe ain't poppin, Khaled ain't poppin
Fans see them and they not stoppin (NAW!)
Fans see me when I'm hurr mate shoppin
Gucci shoppin, tags is poppin
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
P****n**** come around me, movin
I'll put a hollow through him (Hollow through him)
I'll leave your body, oozin
I don't know who confused him (Who confused him? !)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! You could take your white flag and stick it, I'm different
Which means a n**** diss me we can't kick it
Matter of fact a n**** diss me he diss himself
I'm papa, I'll whoop these n****s, pick a belt
A clown won't bump heads with me, Hulk Hogan bold
I'll crush you, like bugs on a open road
Another sixteen bars another overload
It's hot out, and none of my shoes are open toes
You see alot of bling on stage, probably mine
I got four rings on me, like the Audi sign
I take the elevator down make the lobby shine
A n**** try to take what's mine n**** shotty time
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
P****n**** come around me, movin
I'll put a hollow through him (Hollow through him)
I'll leave your body, oozin
I don't know who confused him (Who confused him? !)
[Outro: 50 Cent]
That n****'s a rat son, you heard that n**** he's like, the truth will
Come out
Donnie Brasco a** n**** man!
You know who the f*** he is man, he gonna be like yo Macho!
They got us come out from behind the car, come on they got us!
N****s sweet man, the f*** is these n****s from!
They make the Bronx look bad!