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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Things We Do
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't wanna hear no complainin'!
Cause ya niggaz already know how I get man!
Ya niggaz cannot punk 'round here!
What the f*** ya think it's different cause it's music?
[kids ovations]
Nah man f*** that man! {DAMN! }
[50 Cent:]
Close your eyes! - See the shooters see the money in the bag
See the D's in the unmarked - on a niggaz ass.
See '62 on the plate, when niggaz bag up
Scrape the plate my ni***! - Everything add up!
I'm hungry! - Like I been missin' a meal.
Back writin' like I need me a deal. - I show you the steel!
It's a jux ni*** feel the chill
Up your spine I'm a menace for real! - I blast to kill! {COME ON! }
Leave your brains on the dash and wheel
Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let's talk bread!
Them niggaz in the way of the money let's shoot their head
The rest of them suckers have scattered it don't matter!
I try to get my head right, I boogie like my head lights
Big Benz! Big friends! Bitch get in!
I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game
We used to be the same, now we not alike man! - C'mon!
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do"
(50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on!
Run to me now, baby come on!) [scream] {COME ON! }
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!) {"FOREVER KING"! }
[50 Cent:]
I like my bitches fast, jus' like the Porsches
Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses.
Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses
My wris' glis' so sick I leave a ni*** nauseous.
That's you lied! - What's that you got?
I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day!
Follow my footsteps you know I move proper
So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper!
Mines ain't got no wheels; what's the deal?
Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New York!
Top of the food chain, ni*** talkin' my talk;
Success is my addiction you should take a hit of this {HAHA! }
I'm down for the friction you start it I'll finish it
Victim? - Pick 'em! - Knife work - stick 'em!
Chrome Colt - pop 'em! - Hollowtip - drop 'em!
It won't be long 'fore you're goin' dyin' now, watch 'em!
(Come on! Come on!)
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from
"The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... {CAN'T FORGET... }
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu! {NIKKI! }
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!)
{G-UNIT! }
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... [scraches]
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) [kids ovation]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
After the drought it's the flood! [scraches]
It's strategic man!
I planned it! {HAHA! }
NOW... follow my footsteps!
You know I move proper!
Let me inspire you! [scraches]
Let me make you wanna win!
Let's take it to the top, baby!
I wan' say somethin' that'll make you hungry! [gunshot]
Don't let nobody f*** up your vibe man!
Come in with that negative bullshit we don't wanna hear it!
How they gon' stop a hustler from hustlin'?
Man!
Till next time...
50! [scraches] {LET'S GO! } [beat stops]