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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(P.Diddy)
10 years
Yo the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never business before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right

Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby

(P.Diddy)(Biggie)
It's 10 years and we still runnin this motherfucker - yeah!
(one) As we proceed
to give you what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now

(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever - more hoes and mo cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and berettas
yeah faggot, if I want it i'm gon have it
regardless if its handed to me or i gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rap's Rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that i'm 8 levels above you nigga
I plug you nigga
I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
n rattin on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til we start approachin these cowards
while we lay around dollas, they lay around flowas

(Biggie)
In a Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, hit him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of satan
They say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?

(P.Diddy)
(over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out

Hey Yo it can't stay dark for long
They say it's darkest before the dawn
Calm's before the storm
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the psalms
And I can see B-I rockin the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint another emcee that can fill ya shoes cuz
biggie smalls is the illest, realist
my stones the chillaz, got homes n villas
Overseas and woe is me I found out
Other emcees been tryin ta find ya route
it's ill when emcees used ta be on other shit
took home life after death and they studied it
listened to the double disc
now they all spit - like they all legit
frank tell em how we hit

(Biggie)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss,
Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, Our position, competition
Nother day in the life of the Comission

(P. Diddy)
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

(Lloyd Banks)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion

(Chorus)

Overall Meaning

In the song "Banks Victory," 50 Cent and Lloyd Banks talk about the struggles of being in the rap industry and the dangers associated with it. The lyrics touch on the idea that their lives are constantly at risk, and they may as well "die together" with their crew, G-Unit. The song also highlights how they are willing to work tirelessly to achieve financial success, even if it means risking their lives. Banks Victory has a theme of gang violence and boasts of using firearms. The lyrics also address the issue of fake friends and fake alliance which creates confusion in this lethal and troublesome world of rap.

Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
We won't live forever, so if things go wrong, we might as well face it together

So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
If things go terribly wrong, we should face the consequences together, even if it means death

I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
I'm very intoxicated, earning more money and creating more opportunities

G-Unit move around wit them pounds and beretta's
The G-Unit moves with firearms and weapons for protection

Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
If I desire something, regardless of how it will be obtained, I will acquire it

Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
Don't embarrass yourself by attempting to hinder my progress

I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
I'm confident and my raps are powerful, while you are untidy and unimpressive

You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
You are aware that I am far superior to you, on a much higher level

I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I will physically harm you, I am unfamiliar with your existence, and you are unattractive

I'm the wrong one to provoke
You should not dare to provoke me

You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
If you snitch on others, it will only lead to danger and threats against you

So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
The only solution now is to arm ourselves against these cowardly individuals

I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
I have no true friends, and I do not respect most of these cowardly individuals

They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
They talk aggressively until we confront them directly

While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
While we accumulate wealth, they are left dead and surrounded by funeral flowers

I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
I have a female gang member who engages in arguments and smokes marijuana

And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
She gets angry when I refer to a woman derogatorily, similar to how Queen Latifah would react

Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
Not all vehicles have enough space to hide a large firearm

This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
The situation can become even more chaotic and unpleasant than the Master P sneaker design

We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
We are moving smoothly through the chaos, wearing expensive Prada shoes

Soon as spring break ho's home from college want to fuck us
As soon as the female college students return from spring break, they are eager to have sexual intercourse with us

I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I am not here to educate or enlighten you fools

I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
I will release aggressive Rottweilers to attack you fools, with police officers chasing after us to arrest us

Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
A large amount of money is required to even have a conversation about this, with many zeros involved

When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
When it comes to money, I spend it recklessly as if it holds no value

I'ma break before I lay floor berry
I would rather break down or die before I admit defeat

Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
Not every rapper is a true star, and wearing plaid clothing is not a symbol of success

You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You cannot control or manipulate me, I am relaxed and smoking marijuana in front of a large television

You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
Your attempt to control the situation is futile and insignificant, it's as if I'm playing with a handheld video game

I know to watch botherin ya vision
I understand that it disturbs you and affects your ability to see clearly

You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
If you attempt to attack or threaten me, I will place a bullet on your forehead as if it's a religious marking

Why party wit a pigeon?
Why spend time with an unattractive or undesirable person?

I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I am freely smoking marijuana worth $10, as if former President Bush is promoting a party in a prison

I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I am wearing a Gucci vest with distinctive green and red straps

I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
I am the most intimidating rapper since Craig Mack, instilling fear in others

Now every morning's a fast start
Now every morning begins energetically and swiftly

And there ain't problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
There is no difficulty in choosing outfits, as my closet is so large it has more sections than a Pathmark supermarket

Run, move startin a wave
Quickly run and create a movement that grows in size and impact

And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
After the encounter, you will be left with 12 bullet casings in your mouth, resembling a carton of eggs

I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I am a young pimp, please excuse my age

I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Even though I do not have long hair, if I did, a woman would style my braids

Niggas find what club they at
People discover which club they are located in

Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
Bring them with us and engage in group sexual activity with them, similar to a subway sandwich

Get advances from grey agra
Receive financial advances from older wealthy individuals

See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
Many artists in the music industry are being taken advantage of by record labels, just like the exploitation of gay rappers

I go the college on the tour
I am educating others about my experiences and lifestyle through my performances

I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I will be remembered in history alongside icons like The Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur

I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
I ensure that your ammunition is clean and your firearm is well-maintained and easily accessible

Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
Surveillance cameras are strategically placed near the laundry basket, surveilling all movements

By now, you probably heard of me
By now, it's likely that you are aware of my reputation and fame

Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Just after surgery, I appear stylish and confident, to eliminate me, you'll have to kill me

Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
After committing a burglary, I will leave with your expensive burgundy Nike shoes and a white T-shirt of the same color

You match now, back down
You are no match for me, so retreat and surrender

Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
People enjoy hating on you, but suddenly appreciate you when you are no longer present

Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
You will find me on a boat, surrounded by the smell of marijuana and wearing high-quality clothing

Heavy when I toke, see notes from different years
When I smoke marijuana, it has a strong effect on me, and I have hallucinations or revelations from various time periods

Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
I am comfortably wearing a luxurious robe, with remote controls to adjust or elevate chairs

You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
Although you are not wealthy, we would still gladly rob you

I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
I send luxury cars to people's homes, similar to a taxi dispatcher

You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You are better off with your foolish friends, searching for a sports car to drive

You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
You will only receive a larger portion of French fries, nothing more

It's a damn shame y'all still local
It's quite disappointing that you are still only known locally

I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
I am recording my vocals in a high-budget studio, worth millions of dollars

Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
I am still in the low-income housing area, which signifies that you will not progress or achieve anything significant

You gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
You will remain stuck there for the entirety of your life, there's no hope of escaping

And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
And your mother asked me to convey a message to you...

To encourage you, somethin positive
To provide you with a positive message of encouragement

Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
Well, I won't lie to you, he is not going to progress or achieve anything significant

Get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
Go and get yourself a beer and sit on the street corner, you have no future

Fuckin dirtbag
You are a despicable and worthless individual

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Steven Jordan, Trevor Smith, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Bill Conti, Jason Phillips

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