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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[Hook: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg]
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more
Boy)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Run tell the blood's I'm crip and go tell the crips I'm blood
Nigga, I be tripping, bitch, I don't give a f***
I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas
Come through 2012, XJ on niggas
I'm a Apex predator, ni***, I'm strolling
Shooters on deck, I break bread and they own me
Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
Why the f*** would you be repeating that?
Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the f*** said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw
That's that morphin memories, except I'm breaking the law
I was born a problem, in the stroller with the llama
I'm violent, I kill a ni***, put that on my mama
Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas
I smoke all these niggas for this bread
[Hook]
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more
Boy)
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I give a f*** about a fed as I jump up outta bed
5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah
I'm trying to put this shit away
On the low, I need a hit a day, think you better get away
From my, oh, my, I got a bernie that'll fire
From Cali to Kingston, back to NY
Snoop's master kush, smoke 5 to 9
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal
G's with the trees and the C's on my level
5-0, you know I go hard, these fools caught me go hard
Head ni*** in charge, this ni*** soft as the barge
But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese
Cause if you really want the bomb come and f*** with your G's
I got it, always kill, always will
Had that, sit that, my ni*** get that, you hear that?
[Hook]
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more
Boy)
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
5 AM in the kitchen, ni***, I'm coughing
Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing
Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin
Guess that's the life of a yay slipper
On top of getting skin like a just like a stripper
Got camels for the jackets, home invaders, man
Coming all black like they Raiders fans
All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
'Till the homie taught me to whip, game changing
Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table
Yeah, half them drugs sold before they off the table
Gotta look (?) for my half, I'm gonna split
They chopping (?) work that bitch like it's a killing
Sold them more water, stretching like it's elastic
(?) rapping, I'm plastic, yeah
[Hook]
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more
Boy)