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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[talkin']
Yo,Red Spider...
Is that 50 Cent and Pac joint ready?
Lemme know,holla
[2pac]
There's gon be some stuff you gon see
That's gon make it hard to smile in the future
[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald (You
pussy nigga)
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have
here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac this Tupac
[2pac]
Is it the Money and women,the funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
[Snoop]
Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Bring that muthafuckin beat back man
[2pac]
Theres gon be some stuff you gon see
That's gon make it hard to smile in the future
[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald (You
pussy nigga)
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have
here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac this Tupac
[2pac]
Is it the Money and women,the funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin
I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin'
Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin'
Please god can you understand me,bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm makin' a point to make my beat bumpin' raw life
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight
[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me(what do we have here
now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's gon be
U shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me (what do we
have here now)Now can you take the pressure,that's what we gon
see
[50 Cent]
This is a cry for mercy,I promise
My success would be the death of you
Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you
Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you
If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true
Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac
You pretended to be hot,but you not(nowww)
I see it so clear,you cant take the pressure,you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me,chills,run up ya spine
GOD made us in the same war,but ya heart aint like mine
And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace
I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had ya broke ass playing
tennis
I'ma nightmare,you see me when ya dream
Wake up,turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own
FUCK THE SOURCE,I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE
[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me(what do we have here
now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's gon be
U Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me (what do we
have here now)Now can you take the pressure,that's what we gon
see
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me(what do we have here
now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's gon be
U Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me(what do we have
here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we gon see