Jackson was born and raised in South Jamaica, a neighborhood in the New York City borough of Queens. His mother Sabrina, a drug dealer, died in a fire when he was 8. Since his father had already abandoned the family, young Curtis was sent to live with his grandparents. Growing up during the crack epidemic of the 80s and 90s, Jackson dealt drugs when he wasn't "killing time" at school or boxing at a local gym. His grandparents assumed he was at after-school programs when he was out selling crack. In tenth grade, Jackson was caught with guns and drug money passing through the metal detectors at Andrew Jackson High School in Queens. In 1994, Jackson was arrested again for selling vials of cocaine to an undercover officer, and three weeks later he was arrested yet-again after police found heroin, crack cocaine, and a starter pistol in his home. Jackson was sentenced to 3 to 9 years in prison, but opted to join a 6 month boot camp program and get his GED. Around this time, Jackson began going by "50 Cent," inspired by deceased Brooklyn stick-up man Kelvin "50 Cent" Martin.
After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he released his debut album Guess Who's Back Again in 2002. He was discovered by Eminem and Dr. Dre and then signed to Interscope Records. He has since released Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003), The Massacre (2006), Curtis (2007) and Before I Self Destruct (2009).
50 Cent has engaged in feuds with other rappers including Jay-Z, Ja Rule, The Game, Cam'ron, Fat Joe, and Rick Ross. He has also pursued an acting career, appearing in the semi-autobiographical film Get Rich or Die Tryin' in 2005, the Iraq War film Home of the Brave in 2006, and Righteous Kill in 2008. 50 Cent is one of the richest hip-hop performers, having a net worth estimated at US $440 million in 2008.
Before 50 Cent ever inked a major deal, he built up a substantial fan base in New York through underground mixtapes. 50 Cent met up with Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC and was signed to his label to write all of Jay’s music. After he’d left JMJ, he signed to Columbia Records in 1996. On this label, he released Power of the Dollar, and the singles How to Rob and Ghetto Qua Ran. Columbia Records released him from the label after being shot on May 24th, 2000.
Around this time, Eminem had heard one of 50 Cent’s demo tapes and expressed a huge interest in him on MTV, as did Dr. Dre. Shortly after this, 50 Cent officially signed to Interscope Records. He was the first rapper to sign to the joint label owned by Dr. Dre and Eminem. The first song he released on this record was entitled Wanksta and was featured on the 8 Mile soundtrack.
In its first week of release, his debut ”Get Rich Or Die Tryin’” sold 872,000 units - easily reaching Gold status. Within the second week it went Platinum (1 mil) and on April 12th, 2004 the RIAA certified it six times Platinum.
In 2005 he followed the success of his album Get Rich or Die Tryin’ with a new release - The Massacre (originally called St. Valentines Day Massacre until the release date was pushed back). The first single released off this, Disco Inferno, was a huge hit - he followed this hit up by the release of Candy Shop and then again with Just a Lil Bit.
In 2003 Interscope Records allowed 50 Cent to have his own label - G-Unit Records. He first signed Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo and Young Buck as the established members of G-Unit Records. In 2004, Dr. Dre and 50 Cent had signed The Game under a joint venture.
Don't Push Me )
50 Cent Lyrics
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I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading cause I know where I've been
The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
Come through your strip fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
Haters hate that I'm winning
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping
Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping
'Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
To young to understand the consequences of a man
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny
20 years of watching my mama's tears got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels gonna call my number under
My chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flying
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder so I'm bolder
Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears
This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
What you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags living fantasies
Fronting like it's all fun and games 'til the shoot 'em up bang
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'mma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
There's no way I'm back down like a god damn coward
I can't, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees?
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts
A whole other side I wanted to not show you
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jello cause
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over
The song "Don't Push Me" by 50 Cent features Lloyd Banks and Eminem from G-Unit. The song is about the struggles of success and all the negativity and pressure that comes with it. 50 Cent is asking for support and encouragement from his friends and fans to persevere through the difficult times. He also warns those who might try to push him to his limit that he is not one to be messed with.
The lyrics paint a picture of 50 Cent's rough upbringing and his determination to succeed despite the obstacles he faces. He talks about the loss of a friend and how he must keep moving forward. He also touches on the idea that people are envious of his success and are out to get him. However, he remains confident in his abilities and warns his enemies to not push him too far.
The flow of the song is hard-hitting and aggressive, mirroring the emotion behind the lyrics. The verses are filled with clever wordplay and metaphors that paint a vivid picture of what 50 Cent is going through. The chorus is catchy and memorable, making it a popular song among fans of the genre.
Line by Line Meaning
I need you to pray for me and
I'm asking for your spiritual support and guidance
I need you to care for me and
I need your emotional and mental support
I need you to want me to win
I want you to cheer me on to success
I need to know where I'm heading cause I know where I've been
I need to have a plan for the future so I don't repeat past mistakes
The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
My rap style is intense and powerful, and I always have new material
Come through your strip fronting, stunting
I'll show up in your neighborhood, looking cool and confident
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
I have a desirable car with shiny wheels
Haters hate that I'm winning
My success makes some people jealous and angry
Man, I've been hot from the beginning
I've been a talented and successful rapper from the start
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
People resent and covet my fame, but they should manage their emotions
Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
If people keep provoking me, I might end up committing a serious crime
Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping
I'm ready to use my gun and start trouble
Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping
I'm willing to keep shooting until the job is done
'Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
I'll keep firing until I run out of bullets
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Don't mess with me, I'm not someone to test
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
My bullets will shatter your bones, and I'll still be standing and ready to fight
What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
I'll shoot you and let the ambulance workers revive you if they can
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I'm feeling stressed and volatile, so don't provoke me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
If you make me angry, I'll hurt you badly
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I'll shoot you multiple times, so don't make me snap
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Don't think I'm weak or vulnerable, because I'll retaliate with force
I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
I lost a close friend, but I didn't show my emotions
To young to understand the consequences of a man
I was too naive to comprehend the risks and responsibilities of adulthood
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I'm living dishonestly, but I need to make money to survive
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
I refuse to be poor or destitute
Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny
I need to be cautious around some people, because they aren't trustworthy
20 years of watching my mama's tears got my heated, heavily weeded
I've been dealing with my mother's sadness for two decades, and now I'm angry and using drugs to cope
Smoking that bong cause I need it
I'm smoking marijuana to alleviate my stress
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
Some people don't want me to succeed, they want me to die
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
I could be killed by gunshots and buried in the earth
Laying with bugs under my shirt
My dead body would decompose and attract insects
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
I have ambitions of owning a luxurious car
Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
I'm attractive and impressive, and I contemplate my future
When them angels gonna call my number under
I wonder about my death and when it will happen
My chest is a heart of a lion
I'm brave and powerful, like a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flying
I'm truthful, and people might chase me down and try to catch me
With my iron, high as a giant
I have my gun, and I feel powerful
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
I'm not afraid of anyone, but I'm hungry because I'm carrying my gun
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
I'll hurt you very seriously, and you won't argue or resist me after that
My blood is colder so I'm bolder
I'm fearless and more ruthless than before
Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder
I'm drinking cognac and soda, and I'm ready for violence in my neighborhood
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
When I examine myself, I see a warrior
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
My music is my personal expression and effort
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears
My songs come from my own observations and experiences
This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
I have to present myself a certain way on television
What you hear on CD, what appears easy
My music might sound simple and effortless, but it's actually complex
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
Young fans admire me when they see me on magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags living fantasies
I wear casual clothes, but some fans imagine that I'm living an exciting life
Fronting like it's all fun and games 'til the shoot 'em up bang
People assume that my life is easy and entertaining, but real violence is possible
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
If someone tries to harm me, they'll see the consequence and know I'm serious
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I'm not denying that we have vulnerable moments and pray for safety
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
I used my aggression and influence to advance my career, and now I won't back down or compromise
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I won't keep repeating that I'm not playing games anymore
I'mma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
I'm going to attack and insult my enemies in a harsh way
There's no way I'm back down like a god damn coward
I won't surrender or retreat like a weakling
I can't, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees?
It would be shameful and humiliating for me to surrender
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
I won't let someone hurt me and spread their anger and violence
And not lash back out at 'em, please
I'll fight back and stand up for myself
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
I won't let anyone deceive or harm me, especially not Eminem
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
If someone provokes him, Eminem will turn aggressive
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
Eminem wants people to appreciate his music as art, but some people criticize and dismiss it
So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts
He'll change his style and appeal to a younger audience if older people won't appreciate him
A whole other side I wanted to not show you
He tried to hide his aggressive and violent side in his music before
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Don't underestimate him, he's not soft or weak
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jello cause
He doesn't want to be seen as a coward or weakling, because he has pride
Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
A reference to his music labels, Shady Records and G-Unit Records
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over
He's confident that he and his colleagues are dominating the rap industry
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO
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