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]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I walk the streets with the banger like a nigga in the yard
Whip the soft and the hard, I'll whoop ya ass, swear to God
Grams on the digi scale, coins in the wishing well
Shoot a punk pussy tail, my niggas get me out of jail
Buckshot, sawed-off, miss your head, hit your legs
Had the drop, getting popped, now I bet you wish you dead
Highways, three lanes, switch gears
Six gears, Chevy, 'Vette, shit yeah
Don't worry which year
New money, everything new I got
New Bentley, new bitch, new clips to pop
I got murderous intentions, you knew that shit
That's how you knew to hit the ground soon as I come around
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Niggas know how I give it up, stacking that bread
Make you a peephole through the back of your head
Yeah, you don't want niggas hopping over yard gates
Red lights in your face like car brakes
Pop shit like a coked up Scarface
Exotic chronic, fucking up my heart pace
Get out of line, be a body on the rucker
I'm a cold-hearted, soak-bodied, grimey motherfucker
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Ayo, broad daylight, hit your ass with the trey pound
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
Y'all niggas got the audacity
My gun game like Omar on that balcony
I turn a killer to a casualty
I'll kill your whole family off for some cheese and half a ki
Boy, you know when the iron hit 'em
Hollow split 'em, the k make it look like a lion bit 'em
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
Turn of the lights, [?], my bitch and she a dyke
She eat a nigga ass up on any given night
I been on one, lowkey staying out of sight
Hit a homerun, one flight, got my money right
Bitch, I'm back now - ain't no braids under the hat now
Only grenades and blades, guns go brrat now
I holla a peep, niggas getting wack now
50 say, "get 'em, Buck", niggas stack now
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow