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.
Nah Nah Nah
50 Cent Lyrics
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Got the paper in my Nike box
Burn the haze up you better raise up
Before you get ya punk ass shot
We hunt them down we gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Don't fuck around, the tre pound
We on the trip, fuck up a flip
100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on this shit, we spit a clip
That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
Yeah I run the town like a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk, 38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit
Flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in the function in the bomb
Niggas fronting i got it like they want
So they hating when I'm stunting
I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now
Rolls drop, top down lambo, top down
Violate, get shot down
I live by the codes you follow
I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow
I come from the street where
There's strong and there's weak
And when the strong hungry
The weak something to eat
We hunt them down we gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Don't fuck around, the tre pound
Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on the trip, fuck up a flip
100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on this shit, we spit a clip
That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
This rap shit is fake if
You really wanna ask me
I'm in the projects with a bitch like Cassie
Drop top Mayback, the roof all glassy
Level two vest on cause niggas wanna blast me
I'm a menace to society
That's what the judge said
My kinda money leave the DA
And the judge dead
Shorty turned 5 and he rep that 5
Shorty just turned 6 and he rep that 6
I got my crack and my four four
The four in the morning
Gas up the truck, fuck global warming
My money be foreign, my cars be foreign
Its pedal to the metal in
Them Air Force Jordans
We hunt them down we gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Don't fuck around, the tre pound
Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on the trip, fuck up a flip
100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on this shit, we spit a clip
That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
Yeah four bitches in the european whip
Set it off like Cleo
Haitian bitches talking Creole
?Rappers is feeding them all
Triple header, christmas day
Navy blue Phantom Ghost
Box for the pistol play
Why comrade Mary overdose on MJ?
Why Big ain't have a bullet
Proof truck like me? Why the club shot up?
What the fuck you expect?
They don't search niggas buying
Bottles at Juliet!
Yeah, I just left Southside
I'm to the borough west side
Money team to the dream
Haters trynna strategize
We work hard, they say it come easy
Bitch blow me in the coupe, yeah I cum easy
We hunt them down we gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Don't fuck around, the tre pound
Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on the trip, fuck up a flip
100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on this shit, we spit a clip
That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
The lyrics of 50 Cent (ft. Tony Yayo)'s song Nah Nah Nah describe their lives and hustle. The song begins with the lyrics "I've been grinding my whole life, nigga" which describe how the artists have been working hard throughout their lives to succeed. They are talking about selling and pushing drugs, stashing pills and getting rich at all costs. The chorus mentions that if someone talks trash, they're prepared to use violence with references to guns (Tecs).
The lyrics of the song are a classic example of gangster rap. It glorifies the success and power achieved through illegal activities, while also highlighting the violent nature of the environment. The lyrics show the harsh realities and risks of the streets and how important it is to stay ahead of the game.
In conclusion, the lyrics of 50 Cent (ft. Tony Yayo)'s song Nah Nah Nah are about celebrating the success that comes through illegal activities, despite the risks and danger associated with such a life. It describes the harsh realities of the street and the importance of staying tough and prepared for what comes your way.
Line by Line Meaning
I've been grinding my whole life, nigga
I've been working hard my entire life
Fuck you talking 'bout?
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga
I'm talking about selling drugs and making money
You know what I'm about
You know who I am and what I do
Front you my shit better come correct, nigga
If you try to mess with me, you better be prepared
Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga
Talking about using a gun to hurt someone
Nah I'm talking 'bout
Actually, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about something else
I've been unwrapping them bricks, nigga
I've been unwrapping and selling bricks of drugs
(Nah I'm talking 'bout?)
(Actually, I'm not talking about that)
Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga
I've been packaging marijuana with your girlfriend
Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga
I'm hiding these pills and hoping they don't get found
Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
Don't worry about me and my crew, we're successful and the best
I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga
I have big plans to make even more money
Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin', nigga
I'm wearing my Cuban link chain, and if someone touches it, they'll get shot
I'm still fucking three ho's at one time, faded
I'm still having sex with three women at once, while drunk or high
Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind's x-rated
I seduced her and now she's thinking about sex all the time
I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you
I worked hard to get where I am now, just like you
Southside nigga to a month in Cancun
I'm from the Southside, but now I can afford to vacation in Cancun
Huge rocks poking, I don't need an AC
I have big diamonds in my jewelry and don't need air conditioning to feel cool
Banks going through everything B-I two G's
I have a lot of money, enough to go through big bills ($1,000)
These niggas rapping now stupid
These new rappers are foolish
Bragging, they ain't never sold a unit (One unit!)
They're bragging about things they've never done, like selling just one unit of drugs
Acting like you will never do it
Acting like you could never achieve what I have
Don't wind up on the wall over music
Don't get hurt or killed over music beef
I can get it, get it for you for the low
I can get drugs for you at a cheaper price
Six-fifty nigga for an O
I can get one ounce of drugs for $650
Blink, a kilo is out the door
Drugs are selling so fast that a kilogram will be gone in a second
Don't fuck around when I'm hustling bo
Don't bother me when I'm selling drugs
Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga
I have $100 million in cash saved up
Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga
I don't trust the bank, so I keep all my money in cash
Everything cool here 'til I trip, nigga
Everything is fine here until I get mad
Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga
I'll have my friends hurt you, your cousin, and your girlfriend
And I'm fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga
I just got out of prison and am back to selling drugs
(Nah I'm talking 'bout)
(Actually, I'm not talking about that)
50 said we ain't never going broke, nigga
My partner 50 Cent said we'll never run out of money
Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga
I just spent more money on my jewelry than your house is worth
Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga
A woman had better come see me if she wants to get paid
G-Unit, bitch
I'm part of G-Unit, and you better respect us
The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga
Your girlfriend is only faithful to you in bed, but will cheat for money
These hoes ain't loyal, want bread winners
These women aren't loyal and only want men who make a lot of money
Hit Perfection, throw bread, nigga
Go to the strip club and throw money
S550 getting head, nigga
I'm driving an S550 car while getting a blowjob
European bitches crazy ass
European women are wild and fun
With funny accents, Euros in my back
These women have funny accents, and I have Euros in my pocket
Trunk full of white boy, One Direction
My car trunk is full of drugs and One Direction merchandise
On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection
I'm driving on a highway and have a Heckler and Koch gun for protection
One minute I'm home, next I'm in Rome, nigga
I can travel from home to Rome in no time
Passport gang, my phone's on roam, nigga
I travel so much that my phone is always on roaming
G5 flight, I'm in my zone, nigga
I'm flying in a G5 plane and feeling good
While your bitch giving me dome, nigga
While your girlfriend is giving me a blowjob
Rock O's, but you ain't even know it
I'm wearing expensive clothes that you don't even know the name of
Big Rosco, can't even hold it
My gun is so big, even Rosco can't hold it (Rosco is known to have big guns)
This hot dough, but I ain't even sold it
I have drugs that are in high demand, but I haven't even sold them yet
Get your wig split, I ain't need to sew it
I'll hurt you so badly that you won't need stitches
We ain't cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga
We're not friends anymore, and what happened yesterday is old news
Everything brand new, nigga
I have new things all the time
I've been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga
I've been making a lot of money, check your bank account
Big watch, I'm big time
I have an expensive watch and I'm successful
My neck blink and my whip shine
My jewelry is so bright and shiny that it catches your eye
Stick it in the freezer 'til it get silent
I put my money in the freezer to keep it safe and quiet
All my life I've been grinding
I've been working hard my entire life
9th Ward
A neighborhood in New Orleans that is known for being poor and dangerous
Y'all niggas act like y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout
You guys pretend like you don't understand what I'm saying
You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out
If you mess with me, you'll get hurt or killed
This is the Unit
This is G-Unit, and we're powerful and successful
The mighty, mighty Unit
G-Unit is even more powerful and successful
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
It's G-Unit, and we're the best
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@carlosaviles9005
the part when 50 says " Im hot now, Im bigger than the BLOCK NOW." fits in perfectly with the bass. Mad flow.
@graffProdigy
YAYO went off!!! 🔥
@OfficialGrafter
Yayo went in, dude needs to make more tracks like this!
@JSmithRecords
yayo actually went hard on this!!
@mrboss20ten
Yayo killed this. Triple header Christmas Day line was crazy. The NBA has 3 headline games on Christmas and he’s also talking about you know what
@longbeachsok7830
🔥🔥🔥 2022 !
@LeonardoPLK
Classic, The Big 10 ultra underrated
@Nicklemacskiinooskii
50 FOR LIFE!!!! entrepreneur, business man, hustler & bustler, father, son, Machine and one of the all time greatest rapper that has ever lived. annnnd smart! He made it .. Amazing :)
@FOODREVOLUTION360
This video reminded me just how scary 50 can be sometimes like Kanan 😳
@eastwood1026
Bro this is Yeeeeeaaarrrs before kanan. This is 50 cent