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.
Drama Never Ends
50 Cent Lyrics
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For sure I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a gravedigger
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
The lyrics to 50 Cent's song "Drama Never Ends" depict a raw and violent narrative, typical of his style. The verses express themes of power, aggression, and the constant presence of conflict in the rapper's life. The lines "I get that gun" and "baking soda be the recipe" suggest his involvement in criminal activities, emphasizing his readiness to use violence to protect himself and assert dominance. The repetitious phrase "The drama's gonna never end, never end" reinforces the idea that conflict is an ongoing part of his life, and he is not to be taken lightly. He warns those who might doubt him, stating that he won't hesitate to use lethal force if tested. The lyrics also allude to his experience growing up in New York and the tough environment that shaped his mindset.
Overall, "Drama Never Ends" reflects 50 Cent's persona as a streetwise and ruthless individual who is unafraid to confront his enemies. The lyrics are filled with vivid descriptions of violence, including references to guns, robberies, and physical harm. While the song may not have a deeper message or moral standpoint, it encapsulates the aggressive and confrontational tone often associated with gangster rap.
Line by Line Meaning
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
I acquire a firearm, you understand that it can cause harm, and mixing it with baking soda creates a potent concoction
For sure I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
Without a doubt, I can make the .40 caliber firearm cause devastation, and if you provoke me, I will unleash my full potential
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Conflict and trouble will persist indefinitely, without any resolution in sight
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Continue underestimating me and believing that I am not serious
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
I am confident that I can cause severe harm to you by striking your skull violently if you provoke me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
If you involve law enforcement, I am prepared to face their repercussions, even if it means risking my life
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
Life is challenging, indeed it is tough, and this is the kind of gritty rap style that represents New York
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I wear a black glove and grip a wooden handle, symbolizing my readiness to use lethal force and leave a trace of mortality behind
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
I have no interest in engaging in conversation; instead, I prefer that you offer your prayers for those who oppose me
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
In a convertible car, armed with ten bullets, I will ensure that you become nothing more than a distant memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
It is time to embark on a dangerous mission, involving acts of violence and murder, and I am fully committed to it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
I will brandish my automatic firearm, shoot at your vehicle, and create a tremor with the impact
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
If you dare to antagonize me or my crew, known as N dot Bonepart, be prepared to suffer a gruesome demise
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
Within the world of hip hop, I am comparable to Napoleon, renowned for my involvement in conflicts. If you are familiar with warfare, then you understand who I am
I'll hunt you like a great dane
I will pursue you relentlessly, just like a powerful breed of dog known as a Great Dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
I will strike you with such force that it will resemble the impact of a fast-moving train
Run off with your fake chains
I will swiftly escape with your fake and meaningless jewelry, a symbol of your false identity
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
I will provide you all with something credible and convincing, shattering any doubts or skepticism you may have
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
I will skillfully use a knife to harm your vital organs, particularly your lungs, making it extremely difficult for you to breathe
Little shit could be a big enough reason
Even the smallest provocation or disagreement has the potential to escalate into a significant and consequential conflict
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
If you foolishly involve yourself with dangerous individuals like myself, you should understand the importance of appeasing and satisfying our desires
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
I sympathize with you, as you are ill-prepared for the consequences that will result from your actions
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun
I will relentlessly pursue and target you throughout the entire week, utilizing the same firearm as my weapon of choice
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Personally, I always throw the initial punch in any altercation I engage in with another individual
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Perhaps it is a result of my genetic makeup; I acquired this aggressive nature from my mother
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
As a product of a drug-inflicted environment, I am considered a problematic individual, inherently inclined towards insanity
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Just like the infamous movie 'Children of the Corn', I have received countless warnings about my dangerous nature and behavior
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I possess a large and powerful firearm for committing robberies, yet I also carry a smaller .380 caliber weapon for personal defense
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
I am capable of causing harm to your significant other, leading her to experience a tragic miscarriage
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
When I become enraged and lose control, you will frantically escape the scene, hoping to remain unnoticed
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
Using the butt of a pistol, I will strike your head with immense force, causing your vision to become distorted and unclear
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Greetings, my associate; acknowledge my authority and status, as I possess significant financial resources
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
I recently disrupted someone's plans or operations, and now they are inquiring if we will resort to using knives as weapons
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
In every group or organization I am affiliated with, I establish myself as a leader, asserting dominance and control
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
I personally engage in dangerous activities, so it is futile for you to seek assistance or retaliate against me
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
I will illustrate the sensation one experiences when firmly gripping and pulling the trigger of a Smith & Wesson firearm
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
When communication through words is no longer viable, resorting to acts of violence becomes a means of conveying one's intent
You got to go to work on a nigga
You must exert effort and take action against an individual, using force if necessary
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
Blood will be spilled, visible as it seeps through clothing, signifying the severity of the violence
My gift to a gravedigger
This violent act will serve as my contribution to someone's burial, as they will inevitably meet their demise
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ADAM KING FEENEY, CURTIS JACKSON
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