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.
U Ain't Crazy
50 Cent Lyrics
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Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
You just linger in the hood, them niggas blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggas in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me with Kosami and now they can't find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop another one after each assist
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
Cause we don't trust ya
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A
I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's
Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
Cause we don't trust ya
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't like none of y'all
Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
Cause we don't trust ya
In "You Ain’t No Gangsta," 50 Cent talks about how he perceives people who are not really "gangsta." He starts by saying that if someone is not worth a million dollars, they are close to being broke. He goes on to say that they may be brave enough to sell weed, but they are scared of dealing with the harder stuff like cocaine. 50 Cent emphasizes how he wouldn't snitch on his people even if he was bribed by the feds while insinuating that the person he's referring to would easily turn on his/her own people if offered anything substantial. The mention of Ron Isley refers to the R&B singer's emergence from federal prison in 1997 after serving 3 years for tax evasion. The line "Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley" was a sly dig that Ron Isley may snitch under pressure.
Moreover, he talks about how he wouldn't brag about owning an expensive item like a Rolex watch if he can't afford it. He also mentions that he wouldn't rap about dealing with crack if he didn't have any. 50 Cent talks about how the person he's talking about claims to ride in six coupes, but in reality, they drive a three-wheeled car. He also mocks the individual's attempts with women, claiming you can often see them being rejected by women who drive a CLK.
In the following stanza, the rapper talks about someone who owes money to others and advises that they should be killed so they can never settle their debts. He mentions his association with a Peruvian woman who sells drugs and how every time he has sex with her, the price of cocaine decreases. He also talks about how he hooks up with other people in New York and uses coded language to ask about what they're doing ("Nigga what da deally").
In conclusion, 50 Cent emphasizes that people who aren't authentic should not try to claim they are "gangsta" and that he can quickly see through their posturing. He uses a tough, intimidating tone and reinforces his image as a no-nonsense street rapper.
Line by Line Meaning
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
If you don't have a net worth of at least a million, you're poor.
Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
You may be brave enough to sell weed, but you're too scared to mess with stronger drugs like crack.
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me
Even if the police try to bribe me, I won't betray my friends.
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
You can't sing for shit.
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
I wouldn't rap about fancy watches if I couldn't afford one.
Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot
I wouldn't talk about selling crack if I didn't have a place to sell it.
You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey
You brag about fancy cars, but you're only driving a three-wheeled vehicle (a tricycle).
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
You're getting rejected by women even when you're driving a luxury Mercedes CLK.
For cats like you, crime don't pay
People like you who engage in criminal activities won't get rich doing it.
You just linger in the hood, them niggas blow you away
You just hang out in the neighborhood, but you're not respected and could get killed.
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
You're the type of person who takes advantage of my absence and flaunts their wealth when I'm in jail.
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
But when I come back, you have to hide your jewelry and pretend like you don't have anything.
Niggas in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
People in the neighborhood are saying that I'm untrustworthy.
Cause they hit me with Kosami and now they can't find me
Since I got hit with a jinx that keeps me from being found, people assume that I'm up to no good.
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
If you understand things the way I do, then your fancy car is equivalent to my expensive watch.
And I can cop another one after each assist
I can buy a new watch every time I make a profit from a drug deal.
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
If you owe someone money and don't want to pay them back,
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Some people suggest killing him to make sure he doesn't show up or come after you.
Y'all ain't got to believe me
You can choose not to believe what I'm saying.
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
When I finish this rap, I might have time to watch a movie.
Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
I'll watch it with my Peruvian drug connection named Mariella.
She ain't hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops
Mariella isn't attractive, but every time I sleep with her, the price of cocaine goes down.
When it's time to get it on (what)
When we need to have sex (you know).
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
I take off her thong (yes).
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
I have sex with her until I orgasm, then I leave.
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A
I usually have sex while watching TV in Los Angeles.
I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
I enjoy it when she calls me "Papi" and says she can feel it in her stomach.
Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly
I call all my friends in New York on my cellphone.
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
The first thing I say is "Hey, what's going on?"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
I carry a three-pound weapon under my leather Pelle Pelle jacket.
Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really?
If you want to start a fight, I'll shoot you (sound of gunshots), is that what you really want?
I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli
I observe drug dealers selling drugs in front of the Deli.
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's
I have 20-inch chrome rims on my Pirelli tires.
Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?
I have a custom-built Lorenzo steering wheel on my Mercedes-Benz, do you understand how cool that is?
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
I fixed my cell phone, turned on some loud music, and sprayed air freshener, signaling that it's time to start business.
Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke
I have a bulletproof car, so don't mess with me, dude.
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
We paid $19,500 for bricks of cocaine from Felipe.
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
It's difficult to buy drugs from cops on weekdays, they're only available on weekends.
Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
I'll shoot someone in the stomach if they're backing up (running away).
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up
If someone is fed through their arm in a hospital, they'll lose weight.
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
Understand this, I don't care about anything.
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
I shoot guns and cause chaos in the streets, I'm even more dangerous than Times Square at nighttime.
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
You're rapping about real things you've seen.
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
I'm rapping about things I've actually done and I'm serious about it.
Man, I don't like none of y'all
Honestly, I don't like any of you.
Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
If you mess with me, I'll shoot at you.
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
Everyone in the neighborhood is talking about how I handled you.
Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I don't care if you're part of the Bloods or the Crips.
I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs
I respect gangsters who shoot guns.
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Rappers who only perform on stage and haven't sold any drugs aren't true gangsters.
Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged
You have to show me respect because I'm unplugged, meaning I don't have any wires or attachments to anyone or anything.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JACKSON, WEST, WILLIS, Al West, Curtis Jackson, David Willis, Rich Jackson
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Mellyson Eleonora
damn used too pump this allday everyday
D-SCIPLE
This song is so gangsta.
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ousmane diao
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Charles Quentin
Went from shooting spit balls to firing 380s
Michael Braddock
50 cent music video, cars in the tunnel, hotel suites, put those 6 girls in it, branson, champagne cameo like young dolph, yayo in it, this for the radio's and mtv,,,
Clay50
anyone have the lyrics?
Thomas Gore
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