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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Whoo whoo, it's gangsta
[Verse 1]
These rap niggas spend a lot of time writin' punch lines
I walk in the vocal booth and just speak my mind
Look in my eyes, you see it, I lay it for the chedda
Twice I bet my life, I survived I'm betta
Niggas lookin' all tough in the face
Your "screw me" don't move me
I beat you till you're black and blue like my favourite coochie
Move durin the jucks, you know I'm gon' shoot
See, you gon' pay me or the hospital duke?
Don't call me the feature, I don't wanna rap witcha
I brought my knife in the club, I came to scrap witcha
Got a hiss when I walk, a bop when I walk
You now rockin' wit the grimiest nigga in New York
50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent, now fuck wit me
Cut a fiend, suffer for fuckin up my product
As a young buck I probably got your house party shot up, blaat!
[Chorus x2]
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You could be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, bitch, follow me
[Verse 2]
Niggas compare me to the new Lex Coupe, cause I'm ruthless
My left hook, will land in your smile and leave you toothless
My rims keep spinnin' when I stop at the light
I paid twelve just to catch that stunt, nigga, aight
Watch this, watch niggas hop on my dick
Run to the rims shop to cop the same shit
When I rhyme, I'm hungry like I'm fresh outta jail
In my hood they respect me like Sonny in "Bronx Tale"
I heard somewhere, niggas rather hear the truth than a lie
Ok, I sprinkle dust on my weed, wanna get high?
You know I'm gutter, but for the bitches I try and stay fly
My team can't work without me, I'm like Allen I, blaat!
[Chorus x2]
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You could be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, bitch, follow me
[Verse 3]
It seemed to happened so quick, in '96 I went from sittin' in a 6
To the turtles on the Island beatin' me wit night-sticks
Since Dee and Waah days I had problems wit authority
When niggas try to tell me what to do it really bothers me
Look man, stunt on me and I'ma get mad at ya
Niggas wit my attitude cause riots in Attica
Bastard child, pop's slayed, nigga, momma was Santa
Cut class but I'm a pro at spittin school-yard grammar
Reminicin' on, when I was broke, yeah I sold soap
And used my Grandfather's coffee pot to cook coke
There it is dawg, off the foot, see low
Brooklyn niggas we know, take money like Dee-Bo
Little niggas actin big like Pesci in "Casino"
Come to your projects and take a building like they Nino
You know, Mothafucka, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
[Chorus]
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You could be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, bitch, follow me
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