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.
I Whip Ya Head Boy
50 Cent Lyrics
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I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Two niggaz in the front, two niggaz in the back
That's four niggaz riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies they want do whatever I want do
I say I want eat they say shit we want eat to
Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street
With the shine's on niggaz be looking like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start popping some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I is
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move
You coming in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the lama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
Oh, she don't know it, damn, okay we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
With a gun to her head saying, "Daddy come home"
You was rolling, popping bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearing you
And the nine will jam, right in my hand
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I got his homies screaming buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be getting killed every time you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She asking God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm taking every thang, jewelry I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier I'm thugging till my death mothafuckas
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
The song "I Whip Ya Head Boy" by 50 Cent features graphic lyrics about robbery and violence. The chorus, "I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will, with the back of the steel, your cap could get peeled, your ass could get killed," showcases an aggressive and dangerous mentality. The verses tell a story of 50 Cent and his friends plotting to rob and intimidate others, with specific details about their actions.
The first verse describes four men riding in a Cadillac, planning to rob someone. 50 Cent asserts his dominance and power by saying he can whip anyone's head with his weapon. The second verse talks about a specific robbery that 50 Cent and his friends commit. They hold a woman hostage while threatening her family, and ultimately steal her belongings. The third verse continues the theme of robbery and violence, in which 50 Cent and his friends take everything from a man's home and leave his family shaken.
The lyrics of this song reflect the harsh realities of gang violence in many urban communities. They also show the glorification of violence and illegal activities in certain subcultures, which can be concerning. This song may not be suitable for all listeners.
Line by Line Meaning
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I will violently harm you, and you are aware of that fact.
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I will strike you with the blunt side of a metal weapon.
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Your hat may be removed from your head in a violent manner.
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
You may suffer fatal injury as a result of my actions.
Two niggaz in the front, two niggaz in the back
Four individuals are present, with two in the front and two in the back.
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
My own thoughts suggest that I should disregard these individuals.
Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggaz
I contemplate stealing from all of these individuals.
Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street
We will drive around searching for someone who is showing off their wealth on First Street.
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
I approach someone and shoot at them, causing them to fall to the ground.
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I is
I do not bother to conceal my identity when committing criminal acts.
I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move
I am awake and active in the morning, attempting to advance my criminal endeavors.
You coming in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
If you are accompanying me, please ensure that you take your young child to school before we begin our activities.
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
Hand over any cocaine, money, and the combination to any safes present.
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
I interact with your child while your significant other is on the phone.
You was rolling, popping bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
You were enjoying yourself and drinking champagne, unaware that the situation would escalate in a violent manner.
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
We entered his home and forced his mother to lie on the ground through violence.
Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow
We are impatient and will not wait for another day to take what we desire.
The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk
After using a firearm, the individual's remains are scattered on the ground outside.
March nigga step, right nigga lef'
Move in unison, with the left foot stepping after the right foot.
G-Unit soldier I'm thugging till my death mothafuckas
I am affiliated with G-Unit, and will engage in violent and criminal activity until my death.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DAVID DARNELL BROWN, RONDELL EDWIN TURNER, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
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