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.
My Life (feat. Eminem
50 Cent Lyrics
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Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
'Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
Fuck letting up, you’re gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about just saying
"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"
'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
'Cause I'm running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
Sold like forty million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it three A.M. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
Of every fucking thing livin'
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
The song "My Life" by 50 Cent (Feat. Eminem & Adam Levine) is a reflection of the personal struggles of the artist 50 cent. The lyrics describe a feeling of helplessness and a desire to escape the chaos that surrounds him. He feels like he has nowhere to go and no one to turn to, despite his success and the wealth that he has accumulated.
50 Cent reminisces about the past, where he went from being poor to being extraordinarily wealthy. However, he feels betrayed by those he has helped along the way, and this has made him cynical and cautious about trusting anyone. He acknowledges that while he is not perfect, his success has come at a cost. He has made certain decisions that have led him down a particular path, and he feels somewhat trapped by them.
Eminem's verse in the song is quite introspective and self-reflective. He talks about how he has worked hard to hone his craft and become successful in the music industry. However, this has come at a cost to his mental well-being. He feels like he is trapped in a bubble, and he is struggling to break out of it. He acknowledges that he is prone to fits of rage and that he finds it challenging to navigate the emotional landscape of his life.
In conclusion, "My Life" is a powerful and evocative song that delves into the struggles and turmoil that both 50 Cent and Eminem have experienced in their personal and professional lives. It is a frank and honest exploration of the darker side of fame and success.
Line by Line Meaning
My life, my life
The singer is emphasizing the importance of his life.
Makes me wanna run away
The singer is feeling overwhelmed and wants to escape his problems.
There's no place to go
The singer feels trapped with no options for escape.
No place to go
The artist is emphasizing that there is truly nowhere to go.
All the confusion
The artist is surrounded by chaos and uncertainty.
It's an illusion like a movie
The singer feels like his life is a fake, unreal version of what it should be.
Got nowhere to go
The singer reiterates that he is stuck with no options.
Nowhere to run and hide
The artist is unable to escape his problems or hide from them.
No matter how hard I try
The artist has attempted to fix his problems but nothing has worked.
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
The artist went from being poor to being extremely wealthy in the year 2003.
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
The singer has experienced many ups and downs in life and feels like he cannot trust women because of it.
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
The artist has attempted to help others succeed but they have betrayed him.
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
The singer holds resentment towards Game and Buck for betraying him.
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
The singer's former associates may try to make it seem like they are doing well without him.
'Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
The singer believes that his former associates are not as successful without him because he is no longer writing for them.
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
The artist acknowledges that he has made mistakes and has learned many lessons in life.
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
The artist has earned a lot of money and acknowledges that money can lead to negative consequences.
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
The singer is doing what he was meant to do and considers himself a writer and a fighter.
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
The singer is a successful entrepreneur despite his humble origins.
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
The artist takes pride in his ability to produce high-quality music.
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
The artist has had a difficult past and this song represents his comeback.
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
The people who doubted the artist were busy enjoying their own success while ignoring his potential comeback.
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
The singer was hard at work developing his skills and preparing for his comeback.
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
The artist is motivated by his desire for revenge and is preparing himself mentally for his comeback.
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
The singer makes a pun about spaghetti to lighten the mood of the song.
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
The people who doubted the singer have underestimated him and continue to do so.
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning
The people who doubted the singer thought his career was over but this is just the beginning of his comeback.
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
The artist is fueled by his confidence and doesn't care who he may offend in the process of his comeback.
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
The artist's aggression will result in the destruction of his opponents.
Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
The singer is going to take down his opponents with great force.
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
The singer is going to go to great lengths to harm his opponents.
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
The artist is demonstrating that he is not to be messed with and that his opponents will suffer greatly.
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
The artist takes offense to people who disagree with him and is willing to do whatever it takes to silence them.
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
The artist has worked very hard to get where he is today.
Fuck letting up, you’re gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
The singer is confident in his abilities and warns those who doubt him that they will regret it.
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
The artist is feeling unstable and is worried that he is going to lose control.
I'm thinking about just saying
The singer is considering a drastic course of action.
"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"
The singer is specifically targeting those who have doubted him and sowing chaos.
'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
The singer is driven by his passion for music and his desire to succeed.
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
The artist has sacrificed a lot to pursue his passion and people underestimate the amount of work he has put in.
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
The artist feels like he is stuck in a cycle and that his music is the only way out.
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
The singer is making a comparison between his current situation and being wrapped in bubble wrap.
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
The singer's life has been difficult and he feels trapped in a negative cycle.
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
The artist is frustrated that his life has turned out the way it has.
Feels like I'm going psycho again
The artist is experiencing mental health issues and is worried he is losing his mind.
And I might just blow my lid
The artist is worried that he is going to snap and lose control.
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
The singer is feeling overwhelmed and wishes he never made his comeback album, Recovery.
'Cause I'm running in circles with
The artist is chasing his own tail and getting nowhere fast.
I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
The singer feels just as lost and confused as he did when he was a child.
Sold like forty million records, people forgot what I did
The singer has sold a lot of records but feels like people have forgotten his accomplishments.
Maybe this is for me, maybe
The singer is reflecting on whether or not he made the right choices in life.
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
The artist is considering the possibility that going crazy is his destiny.
Maybe I'll do it three A.M. in the morning like Shady
The artist is referencing fellow rapper Eminem and suggests he may go crazy like him.
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
The singer is comparing himself to famous horror movie characters and is feeling powerful.
Try to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
The singer is confident in his abilities and warns those who disagree with him.
Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy
The artist is threatening violence against those who disagree with him.
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
The artist is continuing his violent threats and suggesting his enemies will die.
It's tragic, it's sad it's
The artist acknowledges the violence he is promoting is tragic and sad.
Never gonna end, now we number one again
The singer believes his success will continue and he will once again be at the top of the charts.
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
The artist is addressing his haters directly and accusing them of being unhappy.
Accept it, respect it
The singer is demanding that his haters accept and respect his success.
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
The singer feels like his talent and success are gifts from God.
Of every fucking thing livin'
The singer is emphasizing how important his music and success are to him.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ADAM NOAH LEVINE, CURTIS JACKSON, HERBERT LOUIS ROONEY, LARRY DARNELL GRIFFIN, MARSHALL MATHERS
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My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
'Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
Fuck letting up, you're gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about just saying
"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"
'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
'Cause I'm running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
Sold like forty million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it three A.M. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
Of every fucking thing livin'
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
@eriklamela4321
Basically, what they said:
50: I’m back, em is god
Em: I’m Shady, 50 is dope
Adam: smth about illusions and movies
@AAAd33l
Erik Lamela yhyh
@dilankhalid8042
Eminem dissing Ice Cube
@corywall3393
How's tottenham bro
@lukaesakia711
@@dilankhalid8042 enlighten us please
@el_teodoro
@@annas7542 It's a joke
@noAlnn
50 was honestly so good in this one
@110mgodspeed8
Right?
@mursleenakhtar4183
+BLacK. BLEacH 50 cent ruined this song
@110mgodspeed8
+Mursleen Akhtar I don't care for your opinion and quite frankly I ain't ask for it.