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: Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh
Now this rap shit has been good to me
It pays my bills, keeps me in jewelry
Sometimes it's conflicts 'cause there's usually
A nigga trying to get back where he used to be
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Now I got to go and get disrespectful
All 'cause niggas ain't recognizing that I'm the one
Knowing if I see 'em and hop out they gon' run clear
Clear whole gates, visualizing the outcome
Multiple lead showers
Dozens of pretty flowers
Memories, tears, screams and hollas for hours (fucking cowards)
Ya bird brain should've stayed in college
Now ya in a war zone where niggas die over dollars
Now what you get? Nothing but a moment of silence
And old ladies screaming stop the violence
Here we go, another typical video
Niggas screaming out a city that knows he's a hoe
Really though, take a look at you then look at me
I'm a G and you a Y-S-S-U-P
Or P-U-S-S-Y, it don't matter
How ya flip it, rearrange or move it
Niggas die over music
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out if it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out if it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded
It's simple ain't it?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Here's a little story I would like to tell
About a certain individual perpetrating like hell
Well, you seen him 'round imitating legends
Tough as hell on his records
But terrified of my presence
It's ticking 'cause his career only last a couple seconds
Begging for attention dropping a name in every sentence
A little slim punk from the other side of the water
Is the target intended for the slaughter
So call ya lawyer, I get up on ya
Ya enemies are rich
Man think about it, you can't even control yo' bitch
These industry fucks don't want no drama
Nigga respect me like a old timer
Like Osama, I'ma
Keep my composure 'fore I burn that nigga
Radio rapper Howard Stern ass nigga
And I'ma be on top of you with or with no hit
'Cause I'm so slick
Ask them niggas ya roll with, yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out if it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out if it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded
It's simple ain't it?