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.
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50 Cent Lyrics
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Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke and sold soap
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
(One)
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
In "Your Life's on the Line," 50 Cent confronts anyone who might underestimate him. With a cocky, aggressive persona, he boasts about his possessions and his reputation as a drug dealer while simultaneously threatening anyone who dares cross him. He claims to be the real deal, unlike the many pretenders in the rap game who exaggerate their wealth or status. For 50 Cent, rap is a way to assert dominance and control, to prove that he's the toughest guy around. The song is a stark representation of the type of ego-driven, tough-guy mentality that defines much of gangster hip-hop.
One interesting fact about "Your Life's on the Line" is that it was originally recorded for 50 Cent's 1999 mixtape "Power of the Dollar," but was later re-recorded for his debut album "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" in 2003. This song was inspired by a shooting incident in 2000, when 50 Cent was shot nine times at close range, which left him with a permanent scar and the need for a metal plate in his mouth. Despite what some may perceive as 50 Cent's glorification of violence in his music, he has been an advocate for reducing gun violence and actively worked with the G-Unity Foundation to encourage young people to make positive choices.
Another interesting fact is that "Your Life's on the Line" was produced by Terence Dudley, a.k.a. Terence "Tramp Baby" Dudley, who has worked with other notable rap artists such as Big Pun, Raekwon, and Wu-Tang Clan. The song also features an uncredited female vocalist singing the hook, which adds a haunting, ominous quality to the track.
The song features a fairly simple chord progression, which is likely played on a keyboard or synthesizer. The chords are Am, F, and G, with the chorus adding the chord C.
Line by Line Meaning
Nobody likes me
I am aware that I am not well-liked
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
I do not care that I am not well-liked
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
I have no interest in liking any of you
...And I don't like y'all anyway
I must reiterate my lack of interest in liking any of you
Fuck all y'all!!
I hold contempt for all of you
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
I do not need to speak when my luxurious possessions can communicate for me
My gat talk for me
My gun is the ultimate speaker for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
I greet my acquaintances with a gunshot
For bitches who don't know me
This is for women who are unfamiliar with me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
Women are attracted to me because my extravagant lifestyle speaks volumes
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
I used to be modest in my rap career, but now I don't care
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
I am willing to provide my services to anyone, like drug dealers in the urban areas
Coke price go up, cats is come down
When the cost of cocaine rises, drug dealers lose money
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
If law enforcement searches my home, I will not be present
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
Those who deal drugs for me do not hide their stash of drugs
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
They conceal their drugs on their person, specifically in their buttocks
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I do not hide my dislike for someone
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
I will cause such extensive head trauma that it will require a bandage like those worn by Hindus
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
I am here to stay, so learn to tolerate me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
Veteran gangsters see their past selves in me
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
I am the person who has dealt both cocaine and heroin
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke and sold soap
I am the one who shot an individual known as Dice when he was penniless and had turned to selling soap
The thug, they pop shit
I am the kind of person who talks tough
The thug that pop clips
I am not afraid to use my weapon
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
I am the person who has gone from dealing smaller amounts of drugs to large quantities
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
Anyone who opposes me is not in their right mind
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
I am capable of conveying vivid imagery through my lyrics
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Announcing that harm is about to occur (followed by a skeptical response)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
I will cause bodily harm and potentially leave my victims to die
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Reiterating my potential for violence
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Threatening that one's life is in danger
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
None of you want to get involved with me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
I am reflecting on why others have instigated conflict with me
Make me catch her on the late night
I will retaliate after hours, when you least expect it
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I will fire multiple rounds and quickly make my escape
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
I do not have precise aim when shooting my gun, I simply fire without targeting anyone in particular
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I am not conventionally attractive, but my mother sees me as such
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
I strongly dislike gossip and hearsay
Unless he say she say she on my dick
I am only interested in hearing gossip that involves someone's attraction to me
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
It is not a coincidence that those who cross me often face physical harm
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
I commit a style of drive-by shooting that is common in California and cause damage to entire city blocks
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
You are not actually tough, despite pretending to be
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
I always carry a Mac-10 machine gun because someone once attempted to shoot me
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
People in my neighborhood are impressed with my recent lyrics
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
I generated a lot of buzz with my new music
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
Do not instigate conflict, as you will not be able to handle the consequences
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
You are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, so accept your role
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
Rappers often fabricate or exaggerate their experiences in their lyrics
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
They write about dealing large quantities of drugs when in reality they only dealt with smaller amounts
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
They brag about owning a fast car, but in reality they do not
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
They mention specific types of vehicles in their lyrics
And TV's in the dash, pa
They claim their car has a television built into the dashboard
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I find it amusing when rappers brag about their car's basic features
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I receive praise and attention without actively seeking it
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
I am not lying when I say I drink Don Perignon until I am drunk
Keep my rent split up
I make sure to keep my expenses spread out
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
If you cross me, I will have someone harm you
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
If you mention me in your lyrics, be careful what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
If you go too far with what you say about me, you may face physical harm
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
I will now list rappers who have the skill to dominate in a rap battle
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I consider myself, Jay-Z, and Nas to be the top rappers
I'ma say this shit now and never again
I am making a definitive statement that I will not repeat
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
I have no relationship with you other than a professional one
The games you playin, you get killed like that
If you continue to play games, you may face deadly consequences
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
You are pretending to be tough when in reality you are not
See me when you see me nigga, one
I will confront you when I see you next
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korbaisblessed
I remember bumping this on my cd player on the way to school trying not to go to hard and make my shit skip
John Do
best album of 50 ever
Lloyd Price
This and No Mercy No Fear
Sir. Tommy
This album still sounds better then any shit today loyd banks warrior part 1 and 2 โ๐ .
Tane Gray
Facts
Italian Wop
This was probably the song that amazed eminem!!!
justin Baronofsky
In an interview he says it is
Micheal McNeal
This and how to rob clinched the deal.
Dill Bert
It was funny when this was first out and I'd play it at school, everybody acted like it was crap, especially because of all the rappers that were annoyed by or hated 50. As soon as Eminem signs him, everybody is on his jock.
b
I had this album before wanska released and that whole album.
This whe album has been in my top 5 since then in any Genre.
Underrated hardest shit ever...