Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975 in South Jamaica, Queens, New Y… Read Full Bio ↴Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975 in South Jamaica, Queens, New York), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is a Grammy award nominated rapper, actor, singer, entrepreneur, author and founder of the hip hop group and label G-Unit.

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.

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50 Cent Lyrics

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Yeah

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club

Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

When I grip the Tec, hit the deck
I'll spray at your way
Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy, that's my Kay Kay
Pussy, get out of line and your ass can die today
Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say
Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head, man
I ain't playin', ain't got no time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin'

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

Look at my chick, look at my whip, look how my rims move
Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol
Platinum on wrist blue
Wrist poppin', bling green by the fistful
I'm smokin' Chong good
Don't ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on
That Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strap got it tucked know what I mean?

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

It's the general homie that's commanding these advances
My semi-automatic ravin', stay blazin'
The Rover be Etchel White
Shorty leaned over, but I'm mad cause she got an over-bite
I got your baby's mother
Movin' overloads of Coke
For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
Homie we enrich your bitch or hood rat
That's why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub

Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in "Hit Ya Ass Up" by 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, and Lloyd Banks is about their no-nonsense approach to life and their readiness to defend themselves at all times. They state that they are drunk and carrying a gun, and they don't care who wants to start a fight with them. They threaten to "hit yo ass up" if anyone messes with them. The rappers are confident, violent and live a high profile life full of bling, expensive cars, and money.

50 Cent is known for his confrontational and aggressive style of music, and "Hit Ya Ass Up" is no exception. The lyrics in this song have a gangster mentality and glorifying violence. The lyrics also suggest drug use, as they mention cocaine and marijuana. Some say that 50 Cent's music is a reflection of his personal life and the struggles he faced growing up on the streets of Queens, New York. Despite its controversial lyrics, "Hit Ya Ass Up" became a hit song in the early 2000s.

Line by Line Meaning

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Introducing the performers who are present in the club

Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
The performers are drunk and carrying a weapon

Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give a fuck
Potential enemies want to start trouble, but the performers are not afraid

Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up
If anyone attempts to cause trouble, they will be met with violence

When I grip the Tec, hit the deck
When the performer pulls out his weapon, everyone should get down

I'll spray at your way
The performer will shoot in the direction of the enemy

Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy, that's my Kay Kay
The performer refers to his gun as Scrappy and affectionately refers to it as a baby

Pussy, get out of line and your ass can die today
Any enemy who crosses the line will be killed immediately

Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say
The performers have backup and do not need to fight alone

Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
The performers are drinking a variety of alcoholic beverages

Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head, man
The alcohol has made the performers more aggressive

I ain't playin', ain't got no time for them games
The performers are serious and do not have time for nonsense

Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin'
Others have died for foolish actions, and the performers will not hesitate to kill

Look at my chick, look at my whip, look how my rims move
The performers are showing off their expensive car and jewelry

Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol
Others can admire the performer's possessions, but they should not attempt to steal them because he is armed

Platinum on wrist blue
The performer is wearing a platinum watch with a blue face

Wrist poppin', bling green by the fistful
The performer's jewelry is shining and he has a lot of it

I'm smokin' Chong good
The performer is smoking high quality marijuana

Don't ride through the wrong hood
The performer warns others not to drive through dangerous neighborhoods

Unless you got a vest on
If someone must go through a dangerous area, they should wear a bulletproof vest

That Teflon
Bulletproof material that can block gunfire

Like a don should
The performer is acting like a boss

I'm rollin' sticky green
The performer is smoking high quality marijuana

Every nigga with me clean
The performers' crew is well-dressed and well-groomed

Strap got it tucked know what I mean?
The performer's gun is concealed, and he is asking if the listener understands

It's the general homie that's commanding these advances
The performer is referring to himself as the leader of the group

My semi-automatic ravin', stay blazin'
The performer's gun is always ready to fire

The Rover be Etchel White
The performer is driving a white Land Rover

Shorty leaned over, but I'm mad cause she got an over-bite
A woman is flirting with the performer, but he is not interested because she has an overbite

I got your baby's mother
The performer has control over the mother of an enemy's child

Movin' overloads of Coke
The mother is selling large amounts of cocaine

For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
The money from the drug sales is being used to purchase expensive designer clothing

Homie we enrich your bitch or hood rat
The performer's crew can make women rich or elevate their social status

That's why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
The performer's hair is styled in waves, and he is wearing a G-Unit hat to promote his brand

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