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: Uncle Murda]
Oh yeah, this the Lenny Grant Story nigga
Oh, if you a real nigga, you need to roll up some' to this, nigga
Drink some Hennessey, nigga
See one of your man just locked up somebody, nigga
Are we on real nigga time, nigga ?
(Whoa)
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few live niggas
A whole bunch of lame niggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them niggas names, nigga
My niggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap shit go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Fuck them niggas be killed, they supposed to be dead (Fuck 'em)
It was them or us, so we them in the head
Fuck being broke, we supposed to get bread
You know what I do, if I get caught I'ma go to the feds
You think I give a fuck about a rap nigga?
Being mad 'cause I dissed 'em on a track nigga
From where if he ain't from 'round here, get him gat, nigga
Don't call me to get it back nigga
Like Sean Kingston, you ain't gonna get it back nigga
We ain't doin' it here how Meech was doin' it, but we doin' it (BMF)
We don't pull out guns unless we shootin' it (Bang Bang)
Shoot to kill no play shit, broke Mac don't spray right when we spray shit
Kids outside, broad day shit
Only ones dying, thats the niggas we came to hit
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few lives niggas
A whole bunch of lame niggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them niggas names, nigga
My niggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap shit go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggas said they with this shit, don't know what this shit about
Dope boy in a drought, aye nigga, go a different route
Like them gold fronts, nigga, spit 'em out
You gon’ make me hit you right here in this Waffle House
Fear is a option, danger is real
Go ahead, play tough guy and get your ass killed
Niggas was talking 'bout Boo Boo, sayin' "My man dropped him"
The party was jumpin' when I pop them
Next day, niggas was talkin' with a different tone (shit)
Why niggas ain't telling I get my name known
Fuck you thought, when a nigga got a bone to pick
Hit ya with that hollowtip, better corner cheap
I'm a hustler my nigga, I get to the bread
I don't know none 'bout no nigga been shot in the head
Niggas sayin' I hit him, that's not what I did
Do me a solid
Say that if you talk to the feds
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few lives niggas
A whole bunch of lame niggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them niggas names, nigga
My niggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap shit go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds
[Verse 3: Uncle Murda]
God don't care 'bout them niggas we kill, they in hell, nigga
But police want throw us in the jail, nigga
Mad 'cause nobody won't tell, nigga
No witnesses, no fingerprints on the shells, nigga (haha)
So they lock us up with no bail, nigga
Barely write letters, they reading through niggas mail, nigga
My man like, "What the fuck is you doin'
In the studio writin' song about niggas we shootin'
Can't make this up, it's 3 in the morning B
My man stopped my engenieer from recordin' me
"Fuck what they think they know, they can't prove shit"
He like: “I hear you my nigga, but this ain't how we do shit”
I know he right, but I don't want to hear it
I'm spittin' in police face and I'm hopin' they're hearin'
Black lives matter, I've done took that nigga
Before I said a nigga name, bring the hook back, nigga
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few lives niggas
A whole bunch of lame niggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them niggas names, nigga
My niggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap shit go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds