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.
TURN THE MIC UP
50 Cent Lyrics
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G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit!
My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthafuckin unit!
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
I got a trunk full of tens
I got a stash full of ends
I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I got that 63 Benz and a white bitch to suck
Dick like tomorrow’s the end
Call her head game the Hoover I
Mean the way she maneuver
Up and down, up and down
And a nigga head spin ’round
She’s a fellatio pro
I get off watching her go
She get to takin’ it deep
And put a nigga to sleep
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
It's on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating
We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin’
Party poppin’ she goin’ drop
It she ain't stoppin’
Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips
Rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in
Make it rain trick, make it, make it
Make it rain trick
Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich
Fuck the wimp shit it's certified pimp shit
I ain't nothin’ like the niggas
You done been with
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
Tricks on me, tricks on me
Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie
Bitch homie, I’m rich homie turn it up!
That's 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
You niggas see me
Lamborghini top down ridin’
Round this muthafucka
You niggas ain't sayin' nothin’
Know I got that muthaf-ckin' tre pound
6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate
Niggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
Nigga I don't know where the
Fuck that Lil’ nigga at
I ain't heard from him
Fuck Yayo too nigga, I’m on some new shit
Fuck the group nigga
I’ma introduce you to my new niggas
Uh, it's 0-11
I figured out what's the matter with
This shit It ain't me, it's these niggas
It's the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit
Nah nah, fuck the group man
I’m on my Beyonce shit
I’m on my way to the top godammit
The lyrics to 50 Cent's song "Turnt Up" depict a sense of arrogance and dominance. 50 Cent uses his signature aggressive delivery to boast about his wealth, possessions, and sexual conquests. The repeated lines "My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it" and "My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it" emphasize his powerful presence and the impact he has on his surroundings. He exudes confidence in his abilities and asserts his status as part of "the muthafuckin unit," emphasizing his affiliation with his crew.
The lyrics also highlight 50 Cent's affinity for luxury cars, particularly his mention of the 64 Regal, Beamer, Bentley, and 63 Benz. He brags about having a "trunk full of tens" and a "stash full of ends," further emphasizing his wealth. He also mentions his sexual exploits, referring to his white partner and the pleasure he derives from her oral skills.
The song also touches on the theme of partying and enjoying the nightlife. 50 Cent describes the atmosphere of a party, where women are gyrating and people are getting carried away. He references making it rain and enjoying the lavish lifestyle.
Overall, "Turnt Up" showcases 50 Cent's unapologetic and confident demeanor, with braggadocious lyrics and a heavy-hitting beat.
Line by Line Meaning
My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it
My gun goes off and the sound can be heard from a distance
G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit!
This is the mighty and powerful unit I represent
My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
My music is so loud and impactful that it can be heard for several blocks
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
I am extremely excited and energetic, and the bass from my car's speakers is vibrating my trunk
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
I am fully immersed in the party atmosphere, completely hyped and energetic
I got a trunk full of tens
I have a large quantity of ten-dollar bills in my car's trunk
I got a stash full of ends
I have a secret collection of money
I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims
I own a 1964 Buick Regal with large 20-inch wheels
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I own both a BMW and a Bentley luxury car
I got that 63 Benz and a white bitch to suck
I have a 1963 Mercedes-Benz and a Caucasian woman to perform oral sex
Dick like tomorrow’s the end
My penis is so large and satisfying that it feels like it's the last day on Earth
Call her head game the Hoover I Mean the way she maneuver
Referring to the woman's skill in giving oral sex, comparing it to a vacuum cleaner's power and the way she moves
Up and down, up and down And a nigga head spin ’round
She goes up and down on me, and it makes me feel dizzy and overwhelmed
She’s a fellatio pro I get off watching her go
She is an expert at giving oral sex, and it arouses me to watch her perform
She get to takin’ it deep And put a nigga to sleep
She engulfs my penis deeply, and it brings me to a state of satisfaction and relaxation
It's on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating
Now the party is really starting because the women are moving their bodies sensually
We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin’
We are armed, ready to protect ourselves because other people tend to disrespect or cross boundaries
Party poppin’ she goin’ drop
The party is becoming lively, and she is going to dance provocatively
It she ain't stoppin’ Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips
She doesn't stop moving and dancing, while I sit back and observe the powerful sound system vibrating her hips
Rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in
She is rhythmically moving and gyrating her hips in a sexual manner
Make it rain trick, make it, make it Make it rain trick
Throw money in the air, make it pour down on her like rain, show off wealth
Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich
Engage in the lifestyle of extravagance and indulgence, which can lead both of us to accumulate wealth
Fuck the wimp shit it's certified pimp shit
Disregard weak or timid behavior, embrace the lifestyle of a recognized and experienced pimp
I ain't nothin’ like the niggas You done been with
I am nothing like the men she has been involved with before, as I am more dominant and impressive
It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
It seems like my thoughts and perceptions are deceiving or confusing me
Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie
I never worry or stress over a woman, my friend
Bitch homie, I’m rich homie turn it up!
I am wealthy, my friend, so let's get even more excited and pumped up!
That's 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka You niggas see me
I have achieved success in all aspects of my life, and all of you can witness it
Lamborghini top down ridin’ Round this muthafucka
I am driving a Lamborghini with the roof down around this area
You niggas ain't sayin' nothin’ Know I got that muthaf-ckin' tre pound
You guys are not speaking anything of substance, but remember I have a powerful .30 caliber revolver
6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate
I have six rounds in the gun, and I will fire them in succession
Niggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
People encounter me and inquire about the whereabouts of Lloyd Banks
Nigga I don't know where the Fuck that Lil’ nigga at
I have no knowledge of the whereabouts of that little guy, my friend
I ain't heard from him
I haven't received any communication from him
Fuck Yayo too nigga, I’m on some new shit
I don't care about Yayo either, my friend, as I am focused on something new and different
Fuck the group nigga I’ma introduce you to my new niggas
I have no interest in the group anymore, my friend, and I will now introduce you to my new associates
Uh, it's 0-11
It is 2011, my friend
I figured out what's the matter with This shit It ain't me, it's these niggas
I have realized the issue with the current situation, my friend, and it's not my fault, but rather the fault of these other men
It's the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit
It's the Roc-A-Fella Records, and I am following in the footsteps of Jay Z
Nah nah, fuck the group man I’m on my Beyonce shit
No, no, forget about the group, my friend, because I am pursuing my own successful solo career like Beyonce
I’m on my way to the top godammit
I am determined and working hard to reach the highest level of success, dammit!
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