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.
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50 Cent Lyrics
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The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testing me
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe
The lyrics of 50 Cent's song "Heat" depict a violent and ruthless gangster who is not afraid of any consequences for his actions. He boasts about his willingness to shoot anyone who poses a threat to him, with no hesitation and without giving them a chance to defend themselves. Even the police and the courts are powerless against him, as he believes that they cannot stop him from doing whatever he wants.
The theme of the song is the harsh reality of inner-city violence and the mentality that some people adopt when they feel that they are trapped in it. It highlights the desensitization to violence that can occur in certain communities, where people feel that they have no other way to survive except through aggression and intimidation.
The lyrics are a reflection of the street life that 50 Cent experienced growing up in Jamaica, Queens, New York, and the vicious cycle of gang violence that he witnessed firsthand. The song serves as a reminder of the dangers of this lifestyle and the consequences that can come with a life of crime.
Line by Line Meaning
If there's beef cock it and dump it
If there's a dispute, handle it aggressively and violently
The drama really means nothing to me
I do not care about any conflicts or issues
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
I will drive past and shoot you in the head
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
I will shoot immediately, and there is no way to prevent it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
When people approach you with their guns out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
I will do what is necessary and am willing to face the consequences
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
Even if I am caught, the evidence will not convince me to confess
I'll kill you
I will murder you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
I am serious and not joking
Catch you slipping I'mma kill you
If you are not vigilant, I will kill you
Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
Do not underestimate me until I shoot you in the head
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
Your brain will explode out of your head
In the hood summer time is the killing season
During summer in the neighborhood, it is the time of high violence and death
It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason
The heat is a good enough justification for extreme behavior
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
People turn to religion when they are near death
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
They cry out for divine help because they are severely injured
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
When someone opens the car window and pulls out an A.K. (assault rifle)
You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out
You can fire your small handgun until you run out of ammunition
And you can run for ya backup
You can call for backup
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
Machine gun bullets will severely injure you
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Even if you believe God is on your side, I do not care
Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
We will reload our guns and come back for revenge
It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
If you go against me, you will suffer the consequences
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Lady Luck
If I get the opportunity to shoot you, and you manage to dodge, you are lucky
Look, nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Do not feel safe because you left the neighborhood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good
Because your mother still lives there, you are not safe
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
If you were smart, you would fear me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
I would get tired of searching for you and instead attack your mother's house
And let ya ass look for me
And I would make you come to me
My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
I am filled with anger towards you and cannot wait to hurt you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
I can see that you are weak behind your façade
Nigga, you know the streets talk
You know that information spreads quickly in the neighborhood
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
There will be no surrender or discussion
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
I am determined to fight until the end of time
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
If I were to die today, I would be content with how my life has been
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
I have been in many gun battles alone
Locked up I was in a box by myself
When I was in jail, I was isolated
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
I have become a millionaire on my own
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
Now that I have money, I can hire people to assist me
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
I have heard about the money you donated to the neighborhood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
However, the person you hired to shoot me will not succeed
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
I can cause extreme pain with my gun
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Even if you survive, you will still feel pain when it rains
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the same
If you think you are skilled in combat, you are mistaken
Little homie this is a whole different type of war game
This is a much more intense and brutal type of warfare
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
The losers will end up imprisoned or dead
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains
Or they will be dead on the streets with their brains exposed
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CURTIS JACKSON, ANDRE YOUNG, MICHAEL ELIZONDO
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@emmanuelmota257
You can run , them fireworks going burn yo back up....
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@emmanuelmota257
You can run or hide eventually that covid 19 will get you and bloodlines....
I ain't playing .......
Keep thinking it's a joke until we draft everyone of you.....
And you can run for your back up.......
Every President and government is in on it together........
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@emmanuelmota257
Keep calling me the Devil....its all good....
Make sure you call 911 and say the same....look little homie....all D government vehicles carry a Serpent or D logo for visual frame.....
I ain't playing......shadows moving cross in your country.
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I ain't playing...
People dying for no reason and jumping out of windows with they kids......keep testing the D government .......
Because covid 19 and D mentia is real man.....
@MatSallehTV
Man this beat is SICK
@sivaskangal5858
Aaaaa türkolar gelmemiş. Neyse, seni de göremiyoz primci, he :d
@bigboymatthew7471
ehhh its ok
@jentaro
It's a spin on that Bone Thugs and Pac joint "Thug Luv" that came out 6 years earlier. At least when it comes to interpolating gun cocking and gun shots into the instrumental.
@sivaskangal5858
@JentaroTV Yeah, that song is one of my favourites. Crazy song.
@realruntz2608
It’s very mediocre
@QiLow105
I miss how simple and fun it was back then no social media no extra stress just soul and fun
@eazy-cheez-e8033
yeah true, social media fucking ruined everything, i mean yeah its beneficial to connect with the world, spread your art or music quicker but the bad side to social media is its made everyone a snitch, everyone just records everything for the whole world to see and not to mention every is so much more judgemental these days cuz they are behind a computer
@dragonofspartaandghostofdo6095
There was still stress during those days
@georgemurdock7670
@Dragon Of Sparta And Ghost Of Dojima no cuz we all where way younger