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 Jayโs music. After heโd 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 Centโs 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 โGet Rich Or Die Tryinโโ 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 Tryinโ 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.
You Ain't Gangsta
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
50 Cent's song You Ain't Gangsta is a song that contains lyrics with a strong message. The lyrics suggest that if you are not worth a million dollars, then you are not far from being broke. The song is meant to be an eye-opener for those who pretend to be something they are not. The song makes a clear statement that selling weed is not the same as selling dope, and anyone who claims to be a gangster but is afraid to sell hard drugs is nothing but a fake.
50 Cent also suggests that he is a man who can be trusted, and he would never snitch on his people even if the feds paid him to do so. Unlike some people who might hit more "notes" than Ron Isley, 50 Cent would remain silent and loyal to his people. The song also touches on the issue of people who pretend to have wealth they don't possess. 50 Cent would never rhyme about Rolleys if he had no watch or write about crack if he didn't have a spot.
In summary, the song is a warning to people who pretend to be gangsters when they are not. It is a wake-up call against fake life and empty promises. The song is a statement of strength, loyalty, and honesty.
Line by Line Meaning
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
If you're not a millionaire, you're basically poor
Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
You might sell weed, but you're too scared to deal with the hard drugs
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me
I'm loyal to my crew and would never rat them out even if bribed
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
You can't sing or carry a tune at all
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
I wouldn't rap about expensive things if I didn't own them myself
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 talk about fancy cars, but you're only driving a cheap one
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
Girls are rejecting you even when you're driving a Mercedes C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don't pay
People like you won't make money from a life of crime
You just linger in the hood, them niggas blow you away
You hang out in the hood, but you'll get killed by tougher guys
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
You're the kind of guy who steals from me while I'm in jail and then shows off the stolen jewelry
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
You'll have to hide the jewelry when I'm released because I'll take it back
Niggas in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
People in the neighborhood call me 50 Cent and know I'm a rough guy
Cause they hit me with Kosami and now they can't find me
Authorities are trying to arrest me for my crimes, but I'm constantly evading them
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
In my eyes, your expensive car is nothing compared to my watch
And I can cop another one after each assist
I can easily afford another expensive watch after each successful drug deal or crime
You ain't no gangsta
You're not a true gangster
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You're just someone who buys drugs and gets taken advantage of
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You're a fake and a fraud
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
I should physically harm you or even kill you
Cause we don't trust ya
No one trusts you
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
Do you owe someone money and refuse to pay them back?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
They'll kill you and make you disappear
Y'all ain't got to believe me
You don't have to believe what I'm saying
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
After I'm finished rapping, I'll watch a movie if I have any free time
Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
I'm going to watch the movie with Mariella, who is a Peruvian drug dealer
She ain't hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops
Mariella may not be physically attractive, but our sexual relationship helps me get cheaper cocaine from her
When it's time to get it on (what)
When it's time to have sex
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
I pull down her underwear
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
I'll have sex until I ejaculate, and then I'll leave
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A
I usually have sex with Mariella 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 "daddy" and says she can feel me inside her
Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly
I'll call my friends in New York on my cellphone
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
The first thing I'll say is "What's the situation?"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
I'll carry a 3-pound gun under my Pelle Pelle jacket
Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really?
You guys want to fight? I'll shoot you, really
I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli
I watch people sell drugs in front of the Deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's
I have 20-inch chrome wheels on my car with Pirelli tires
Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?
I have Lorenzo rims on my Benz. Do you understand how cool that is?
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Use a cell phone jammer and smoke a potent drug to avoid being tracked or recorded
Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke
My car can withstand bullets, and you don't want to mess with me, dude
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
We bought bricks of cocaine from Filipe for 19,500 dollars
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
Police are harder to catch during the weekdays than on weekends
Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
People who owe money will get shot in the stomach to teach them a lesson
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Being force-fed in the hospital through an IV will make you lose weight
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
Understand that I, 50 Cent, don't give a fuck
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
I pull out my gun and shoot to scare people, making me more intimidating than even Times Square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
You're only rapping about what you've seen, not what you've actually done
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
I'm rapping about things I've actually done, and I really mean what I say
Man, I don't like none of y'all
I don't like any of you guys
Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
If you mess with me, I'll shoot you
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
The entire neighborhood is talking about what I did to you
Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I don't care if you're a member of the Bloods or Crips gang
I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs
I respect gangsters who shoot guns
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Fake rappers who perform on stage never actually sold drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged
You need to show me respect because I'm a real gangster who doesn't have a record deal to promote my music
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Trent Yates
When NY rap actually sounded like NY rap. No bubblegum shit involved just hardcore rap
Julian MacDonald
Absolute fire
Miles 95
Nah not that wannabe Chicago drill music
๐ Axun the Thrice-Greatest!!! โ
the fuk is bubblegum about current ny rap
mark bulgarin
Fun fact....rap from Rotterdam is quite close to the NY sound in some ways. But that's no surprise since Rotterdam is raw and pure just like NY. Greetings from Rotterdam south side ๐ขโช๏ธ๐ข
ZEL HBK
Nobody wil ever really be better than 50
Elwood Riley
Facts
MrEAW56
Tupac would murk 50
Quar
If โ50 you need some help? Chill Yayo I got thisโ was a pic ๐๐๐
Saved
Naw that's they Crack spot and a few junkies are coming