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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[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
It's cuz I'm doin this man [Obie Trice]
Niggaz I'm still grindin'
I'm still hearin' those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mics on
And my time is none
Because I'm writing more
And I aint here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
And I can't let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin
Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga's, this what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth
And show me love bitch [Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night[Eminem]
There's a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that's sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetries deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can't sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strapped, just know in any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money
You can't pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle
I'm just brutal, its no rumor, I'm numero uno
Assume it, there's no humor in it
No more you know, I'm rollin with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag
You'll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me… bitch [Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night[50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
If it aint about the flow it's about the stones and the chain
If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce
I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit
Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape
Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape
I'm convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, didn't have no beat
That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
Then Big Ben taught Charli B'more to deep throat
Yea… [Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night