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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I don't really think she want me back then
She want me now
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend
She like my style
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up
I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid
I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit
The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm
It's why you're not me, nah nana nah nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wantin'
Bottle after bottle by the bar I be stuntin'
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat hit you in your kufi hat
You know me, I told your ass in '03 'Get Rich or Die'
G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky
Pick a island on the map, I been to it
Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it
Wrists rocked up shinin', flawless diamonds
You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and
On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin' 'Sexy Back'
Louis belt wrapped around right where the Tec be at
I don't really think she want me back then
She want me now
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend
She like my style
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up
Gettin' paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone
One false move and clap, now your brain's gone
You like me, you aight with me, me? I'm into me
I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me
Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread
Say somethin' slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head
She likes me more than you can imagine
Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant
Closest I'ma get to heaven in this lifetime
Is right below her waist, in between her thighs
Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her
And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her
See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together
Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever
We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris
I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry
I don't really think she want me back then
She want me now
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend
She like my style
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up
You want me? I want you
Plug one? Plug two
I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna bless you
If you do what I tell you to do
You want me? I want you
You want Benz? I'll buy two
You should want me like you want success
Girl with us together we'll be better than the best
Why settle for less?
I don't really think she want me back then
She want me now
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend
She like my style
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up