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]
I'm tellin' niggas, man, I be givin' them the game, man they gotta listen, man
I told niggas "that bitch is harder than that fat nigga" man You'll see 'em put work in, man, this nigga sittin' around talkin' 'bout what he gon' do
Other nigga sendin' tapes
Talkin' 'bout it's gon'
He gon' be back in June, it's gon' be a hot Summer
Nigga it's almost August
Ahhhhhhhh!
[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yea
Ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go
That mac son, that tech, yeah that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid, don't go fuckin' wit the kid
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Crime scene if beam, murda murda, man down
Six shell cases found, automatic trey pound
Crack spot, murder plot, niggas want me dead
I'm still ridin' in the drop, money on my head
I'm no joke, craze smoke, Cali bud burnin'
My niggas is my niggas the feds can't turn 'em
I'm a blast from the past, boy I'm smoother than Smokey
Fuck around I turn your name to Loki
I be the beginnin' and the end to the bullshit
Start and get finished right up wit' a full clip
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now, now, now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go (Yeah)
That mac son, that tech, that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid, don't go fuckin' wit the kid (Don't fuck with me, man)
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Niggas shot my mama crib up, ya'll really disrespectin' niggas
When I catch you niggas, I put the tech to niggas
Virginia Tech you niggas but I ain't Chinese
I got two Glocks, I call 'em Siamese
Listen Yay squeeze, listen Yay kill
But I don't rat 'cause I make bail
Million dollar bomb bulletproof [?] [?], bulletproof suburb [?]
Everything Teflon, go on, my iron is a automatic flamer
Shit so big my waist need a lion tamer
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now, now, now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go
That mac son, that tech, that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid (Uh), don't go fuckin' wit the kid (Nah)
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I step out the Vee (Yea)
Step by the three (Yea)
Charbail Tee on a jet by the sea, follow me
I show the do's, don't's, the in's and out's
It sound like a horror flick when the engine shout
Niggas start beef and run, take the ninja route (Yeah)
This is for the niggas that's boxed up
For throwin' they blocks up and couldn't shake Jake when they popped up (Huh)
The media be killin' my vibe but
I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceilin' to get the fly stuck
I'm a pimp soldier (Yeah)
Neck Rover (Yeah)
Pants off my ass, hat tilt over (Uh)
The same in the Winter, blade under the skelly (Uh huh)
I'm hotter than the phone booth outside of the deli
I'm the one, Southside, where the fuck you from, nigga?
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now, now, now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go
That mac son, that tech, that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid, don't go fuckin' wit the kid
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head
[Outro: 50 cent]
Yeah
This right here, this is what's was missin' right here
It's the Unit
Fuck you forgot nigga?
Ooooohhhhhh!
Niggas can't fuck wit me, son!
I'm just playin' wit 'em
I'm playin' wit 'em, what the fuck you thought nigga?
I, I gets money, money I got, I get it!
Hahahahahahahaha
Ooohhh