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.
Soliders
50 Cent Lyrics
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villain, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villain, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back
The song "Soldiers" by 50 Cent is an ode to his own gang G-Unit, asserting his power as a soldier and gang leader. 50 Cent describes the use of the eagle as a representation of power for himself and his gang, as eagles do not typically fly in flocks. The lyrics then boast about their weaponry as well as their knowledge of how to use them, and the ability to take down anyone who crosses them.
50 Cent later goes on to describe his approach to disrespect and the consequences of crossing him. He mentions how his reputation precedes him and how he has the weapon(s) to use if needed. He asserts that he is not someone to be messed with and those who do will learn quickly. The song includes references to pop culture, naming Scooby Doo and Khia, and talks about the importance of money and drugs in his lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
I am strong and independent, I created my own group and lead them
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
I am unique and powerful, not following the norm
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
My weapons are advanced and deadly
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
I am not afraid to fight, but I won't waste time on words
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
I'll attack you aggressively with my weapon
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
I am from New York, but I know about rural culture
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
We may not have much experience, but we know how to use guns
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
If I pull out my weapon, you better surrender
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
You will suffer serious injuries if you don't give up
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
You're lucky I'm not trying to kill you, I am a strong fighter
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
I will stab you in the abdomen, causing severe pain
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Shooting my weapon gives me energy and excitement
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
I am driving fast while smoking marijuana and making noise
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
You may have thought others were good, but I'm even better
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
I am setting an example for others to follow, are you paying attention?
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
You said you admire me, now say that I am the best
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis
I am causing chaos and shaking things up, like a mid-life crisis
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
I am strong and independent, I created my own group and lead them
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villain, the weapon concealin')
I am known for being dangerous and hiding my weapons
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
I am strong and independent, I created my own group and lead them
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
My life is always full of drama and conflict, but it will end when I retire
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
People judge others based on the size of their weapons
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
My friend has been using drugs longer than that other guy
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
Money and alcohol can lead to dangerous situations
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
I am improving my car to protect me from bullets
Duck nigga, everdays war
Be careful and stay alert, danger is everywhere
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
I love guns and I always have one with me
Don't make me send the piece at you
Don't make me shoot you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Your friend will get a tattoo in honor of you when I kill you
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
I will not hesitate to kill you if you disrespect me
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
Nobody is invincible, not even a superhero like Superman
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
I am selective about who I associate with, but I am not soft
So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
I am so popular that I can sleep with all of my fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
Whether you agree with me or not, I am here and I am powerful
All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
I'm in your face, dominating and shooting my enemies
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
We're in control, punishing and humiliating our enemies
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya
I am with dangerous people, don't provoke them to harm you
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
I am strong and independent, I created my own group and lead them
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villain, the weapon concealin')
I am known for being dangerous and hiding my weapons
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
I am strong and independent, I created my own group and lead them
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
My life is always full of drama and conflict, but it will end when I retire
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
I am living a dangerous life, but I am protected
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
I am fearless and prepared to die for my cause
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I can shoot and kill you from a distance
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
I'm so deadly, I can kill you in your sleep with a soft object
Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
Your music is bad, so your company is forced to buy its own copies
Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
You should quit rapping, because you'll only find a job at Burger King
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
You should have been a police officer, because you talk too much to the authorities
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
If you talk to the police, you'll likely get killed
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
I used to enjoy innocent things, before I became violent
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
Now I am dealing drugs and making money illegally
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
I am making a lot of money and buying expensive things
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I am selling drugs and making a lot of money from it
I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
I am building a large criminal organization that spans multiple states
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I operate secretly and avoid being seen during the day
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I surprise my enemies with multiple weapons
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back
I will inflict serious pain on you, like the Khia song
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: LUIS RESTO, MARSHALL MATHERS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kriscriticos900
Thank vevo for the instrumental !!!!
@user-tp3pl7qh7x
Kris Criticos
@muziq99
Kris Criticos lol exactly
@BalwantSingh-si5dm
LMAO XD
@sebz9141
Kris Criticos rofl so true ...
@MsMarie0072
rofl
@jonathanhuerta4120
man 2008 was a crazy year for rap groups
@97sveryown63
No lies here
@blackhokage1744
@@97sveryown63 did he insult Dre in this song?
@masonridgewell8063
@@blackhokage1744 No