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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Verse 1
Twelve in the morning, feeling just right
Top down, headed where the function's popping tonight
Sipping Patron with a little bit of lime
Pre-fade buzz right, because the bartender know’s what I like
Pull up to the party in a brand new Maserati, they treat me like John Gotti because they recognize
Women, I keep them feening because they see me in their dreams, So by the time I'm leaving they be screaming "let me ride"
They tell me, I'm so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters
When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, don't trip never that won't pay her
Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention
So when it comes to these fe's (females), I keep it Bill Bellamy
Watch me, I'll show you how to be a player
Chorus
I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (X2)
I can show you..
Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Ooooh, Playa!
Verse 2
After the club, hit the after party, after the party hit the hotel lobby and
After the Trone (Patron) then we probably dip, Because after the original, it's probably this
Rolling in my super-car, feeling like a superstar, because I got a super-broad next to me
I’m everywhere they’re looking, they smell it, I keep that kush in the air from LA to Brooklyn, no sticks, no seeds
They tell me, I'm so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters
When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, don't trip never that won't pay her
Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention
So when it comes to these fe's (females), I keep it Bill Bellamy
Watch me, I’ll show you how to be a player
Chorus
I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (X2)
I can show you..
Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Ooooh, Playa!
Verse 3
Pull up to the front and, then all of a sudden
Hit that button, microwave oven
Shawty and her cousin, started bum-rushing
They're all up on my rocks like Charles S. Dutton
They say I can get it, I say that I'm with it
Got to make them feel it, until they need cigarettes
I wonder can they take this, damn I hate a fake chick
Slap to the face, what's that? Rick James, bitch!
Watch how I move, Swag got her juiced
Passed polygraph, ass is the truth
She starts to pop, I start to jock
Then shorty stopped, and made it drop
I picked it up, put it in the truck
Headed for the smush, shawty knows what's up
I'm not you, I never pay her
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Chorus
I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (X2)
I can show you..
Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player
Ooooh, Playa!