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 Jayβs music. After heβd 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 Centβs 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 βGet Rich Or Die Tryinββ 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 Tryinβ 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.
Get In My Car
50 Cent Lyrics
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Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
MAC-10, 32 shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa 'til the mothafuckin' end
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shit
Now you better watch ya girl mane, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't stuntin' these hoes, man I'm 'bout my paper
If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my Jeep, fuck 'til I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain 'til she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, 'cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah, man it was nothin'
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system, I'm high
First it's pain when you lust for my love, then it's smooth and calm
Feel a rush, like a needles in your arm
It's a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
My conversation's so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
The song "Get In My Car" by 50 Cent is a perfect example of his style that frequently involves storytelling like this. The song is about his desire to pick up women in his car and flaunt his wealth and power. He describes himself as a "straight guerilla" and a "cold-hearted killa," warning anyone who tries to get in his way. He is not interested in a relationship, just a casual sexual encounter. He even acknowledges his promiscuity as he boasts about the number of women he's been with. The song has a variety of references to gang violence and drug use, making it a typical 50 Cent song.
In the chorus, 50 repeats "bitch, get in my car" over and over, which serves as a call to action for the listener, enticing them to join in his game. The image of 50 driving around in his car, picking up women left and right, is a bold and unapologetic display of his machismo.
Overall, "Get In My Car" is a prime example of 50 Cent's early career work, which often centered around his gangster persona and his love for flashy things.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it
I am bold and fierce, ready to kill without remorse
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
Anyone who disrespects me will face the consequences
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
My presence commands respect and fear from others
MAC-10, 32 shot clip in my snorkel
I am heavily armed with a MAC-10 and a large magazine
I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck with you niggas
I may appear friendly, but I have no interest in associating with certain people
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas
If my music income decreases, I will resort to violence to make money
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
I am close to losing my temper and waiting for someone to test me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
I am ready to draw my weapon if anyone tries to start trouble
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
I have no interest in forming any kind of relationship with you
So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims
My car is so shiny that you can see your reflection on my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
If your girlfriend wants to join me, I will allow her to come with me
I don't play but I'm a playa 'til the mothafuckin' end
I am not one to mess around, but I will always be a player
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I am focused on making money and have no time for romance
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I am straightforward with women and tell them to come with me
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
I am driving a classic lowrider car on Dayton wheels
And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car
When I open the car door, I expect the woman to get in without hesitation
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shit
Do not act like you do not know that I am the best
Now you better watch ya girl mane, I leave with ya bitch
Be cautious with your girlfriend, as I am likely to take her from you
I ain't stuntin' these hoes, man I'm 'bout my paper
I am focused on making money and do not care about impressing women
If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga I'm gon' take her
If your girlfriend is willing, I will take her from you
Backseat of my Jeep, fuck 'til I fuck up her make up
I have sex with women in the back of my Jeep until their makeup is ruined
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
I show off my wealth by taking women to a high-end jewelry store and introducing them to the jeweler Jacob
Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icey
I instruct the woman to keep me well-dressed and with expensive jewelry
My game fuck with a bitch brain 'til she think she wifey
I manipulate women into thinking they are my girlfriend
Spent a life savings in a day, 'cause she likes me
A woman spent all her money in one day because she was infatuated with me
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
I am not interested in committing to anyone
Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
I dated Vivica A. Fox and thought I had made a good choice
But then the next week, nah, man it was nothin'
But then the next week, the relationship ended and it was not important
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
My eyes reveal the truth about who I am and what I want
They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system, I'm high
My eyes are red because I have smoked marijuana and am currently high
First it's pain when you lust for my love, then it's smooth and calm
At first, wanting my love causes pain; but then it becomes easy and peaceful
Feel a rush, like a needles in your arm
My love causes a rush of excitement, similar to the feeling of injecting drugs
It's a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
The world is harsh and loving me will not be sufficient to succeed
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
When you are broke, love alone will not help you succeed
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
Many attractive women have sex with me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
The women are aroused by performing oral sex on me, and I allow them to be near me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
I am both a tough guy and sexually adventurous, and I will engage in sexual activity with women
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
I enjoy the 69 sex position, in which both partners perform oral sex on each other; the lyrics are graphic and explicit
My conversation's so deep, I get in your head
My words are profound and have a powerful impact on people's thinking
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed
After talking with me, people are tired and fall asleep, and I am next to them in bed
Quit playin' bitch get it
Stop pretending and come with me
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
You want to come with me and experience what I have to offer
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
A signature tagline of 50 Cent's group G-Unit
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Tony L Cottrell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jonathanelliott462
I'm just happy I've lived LONG enough to hear someone SAMPLE 50 Cent . Remember jamming to The Massacre album omw to school back in 2005 .6th grade...good times
@tumelomolelekeng4722
Facts π―
@micahturner2438
Super facts
@SHAMGODTHECREATOR1
They dont remember them daysπ€§π―π―
@NXL3
Man stupid accurate!!! 6th grade 2005!!!!!
@andrewfarrar4659
I was in high school slanginβ x pills to this
@ChristopherX30
Hard to believe this song is 16 years old, and is now considered an old school classic, to the point that other artists are sampling from it.
@yateswild
ChristopherX30 so
@DjBriteLite
Facts. 1990 reppin.
@ralphyates2840
Facts