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.
Nigga Nigga
50 Cent Lyrics
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Nigga, we don't care who you shot
Nigga, quit talking money 'round rich niggas
Nigga, we don't care what you got
Bitch, I got six niggas that hit niggas, boy
I don't give a fuck
Especially when I'm lit, nigga, real shit
Nigga send a bitch to line you up
I might ask a nigga, "What's up?"
Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie
Then you fuck-niggas getting fucked
Talking 'bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt
Bang nigga, hit everybody, I said everybody
Laying right there where they stand, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't sprayin' nothing
You ain't laying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
'Til you do something
Niggas out here putting that work in
And I'm cool, nigga
Like that cup I put my purp in
You ain't 'bout the strap, you
Ain't 'bout that knife
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't 'bout that, that gangsta shit
You ain't 'bout that
When it's on we'll have you broad day
Or night, you ain't 'bout that, right?
You ain't 'bout that life, that gangsta shit
We 'bout that
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
They're not GGA, you play
I'm gon' see what's happening with ya
I don't talk it out, don't rap about it
I'm not these rap niggas
Got a maniac mind-state
Will increase the crime rate
Me and every nigga on my
Team got a bathroom, bitch, try me
You ain't sayin' nothin'
That's Twitter talk
I'm from where real niggas walk
Crackers tried to lynch me
But couldn't get me cause I'm real smart
Heart of a lion
What that mean? I got a big heart
Certified in style
Been like that since a lil' boy
Nigga, who you talking to? You know
What I'll do to you
Transvestite your bitch-ass
Make you work out in a hula hoop
Street king, Boosie, boo
Did things that turn you Christian
Let it burn, fuck the consequences
What you saying? I'll burn you
Bitches to the ground with no mercy
I promise you from Baton Rouge to Cashville
Niggas gon' ride for Boos'
So what you saying? yeah, don't tell me
You don't wan' see my mind twisted
Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches
When i see you that's your issue, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Fresh out these handcuffs
Dopeboy fucking these bands up
Thick bitch, watch when she stand up
She just bounce, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm brick money, my nigga nigga, you
An ounce, you ain't shit, money
I'm rent money, I get money
A bitch better get what she can get from me
Got tats all on my body
My paperwork coming back clean
Me and Boosie just tryna help
BG get through his fourteen
I don't want liquor, I just want lean
I caught two bodies on four beams
I gotta slow down
(fuck that shit, we home now)
Well nigga, nigga, nigga
It's going down, point 'em out
And I'mma point blank it, point blank
I will have you emptying everything
You have in your bank
Bitch, I ain't get no visit's
I just done my time, ho
Bought your bitch so many bottles
Turned into a wino
Stomp a nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga ass out in these Giuseppe's
All my bitches on par
All my niggas got felonies
Don't do that, you ain't 'bout
That, you don't sell that
You don't count that
You might grew up being around that
You weren't there where we
Was gettin' down at lil' nigga
(lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga)
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga
You ain't saying nothing
The song Niggas in 2-3 by 50 Cent & G-Unit is a boastful track that glorifies violence and criminal activity. The hook "I dead a pussy nigga on some good word" is repeated throughout the song, where the artist suggests that he can have someone killed effortlessly by simply giving the word. The lyrics also talk about taking over everything from the block to people's spots and robbing and killing anyone who gets in their way. They brag about their material possessions and their ability to intimidate others. The last verse seems to refer to hiring hitmen to do the actual killings for them.
Overall, the song is meant to convey a tough and dangerous image to the audience. It is not meant to be taken seriously by those who understand that glorifying violence and criminal activities is not a productive or desirable way of life.
Line by Line Meaning
I dead a pussy nigga on some good word
I eliminate a weak and cowardly person with the reputation of being a snitch based on credible information
You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga
You are a contemptible coward we will rob and strip for our own gain
Everything you a see nigga got, we took it
We forcefully acquired everything you own, including territory, wealth, and power
The block, we took it, your spot, we took it
We conquered and claimed ownership of the area you reside, including your position of influence and control
Nigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him
I am always observing and ready to take action, using my accomplices to capture and punish those who cross me
Bitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded
I am armed and prepared for any altercation while driving, with a deadly weapon in my vicinity
We'll dead a pussy nigga on the work
We will successfully kill or neutralize a coward based on reliable intelligence
Boy, don't get bodied, niggas dying over nothin'
Be cautious, as people are being senselessly killed without reason or justification
We gon' boguard, I got all my niggas chosen
We will dominate and control the situation, with a select group of loyal and competent accomplices
Got a to-do move the party with me more
I have important tasks to complete, including relocating myself and my associates to another location
'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for nothin'
Despite facing obstacles or challenges, we will not retreat and continue to move forward
Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at
I possess illegal drugs, but that is not even the primary source of my anger or frustration
Give me the dope and the dough
Hand over your drugs and money
And your life, you could have that
You can keep your life, as it carries no significant value to us
Yayo in the cut with the TEC up
One of my accomplices is lurking with a gun, ready to shoot
Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone
I am skilled with my firearm and can accurately remove your facial features
My rap lines is the bomb like napalm
My lyrics are explosive and impactful, causing intense reactions from listeners
Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on
Unfaithful or deceitful individuals are hiding their true intentions behind a façade, like a Halloween costume
Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on
I am alone and focused while driving a fast, powerful vehicle
Silencer on it, FBI most wanted
I have equipped my firearm with a suppressor and am pursued by the Federal Bureau of Investigation
If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit
If I discover that you are providing information to law enforcement, you will suffer severe consequences
Take the hit, I get paid first
In a criminal enterprise, I prioritize my financial gain over the safety and well-being of my associates
I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch
I will bring you to my territory and dispose of the person in question
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@BigD7997
The radio version of this would just be an instrumental 😂 this shit goes to hard for the air ways
@danielschmidt7153
real shit be hearin the engine runnin wit this beat lmaooo
@Jay-dp5wp
BigD7997 gangsta-est thing I heard all day
@LaserGamingYT
lol fr I wish black people were real
@keithwashington1245
Ya know some don't know gutter/street"SHIT"(Never was bout dat/This life)🔥 🔥 🔥 If they don't like this
@Jim_Lahey_88
too*
@bankrollpelle1422
Man 50 killed the whole mixtape 🔥🔥🔥
@lesbiansaregoodandch
When lil boosie said " nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga" i felt that.
@TheSupernr17
Me too and im white lol
@DoubleKhoceSammich
This beat is dope as fuck