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 | | Hailing from Queens, 50 Cent gained instant notoriety after releasing his debut single "How To Rob." A comedic "jack-track" of sorts, the song described him robbing various prominent rappers of their jewels. It earned him a lot of buzz, but he also caught some flack from various emcees who were not amused by an unknown upstart taking lyrical shots at them. This may or may not have led to 50 Cent being shot and stabbed in 2000. He recorded his first LP Power of the Dollar with the Trackmasters, but it was never officially released. In the meantime, he'd become a fixture on NYC mixtapes, and was signed by Eminem's Shady Records label. 50's single "Wanksta" blew up from coast to coast, and his long-awaited debut LP Get Rich Or Die Tryin' finally came out in early 2003, easily going multi-platinum and propelling him to rap superstardom. Loaded with huge hits like "P.I.M.P." and "21 Questions," Get Rich smashed sales records and went on to sell over 10 million copies. Despite his massive success, 50 Cent kept grinding and embarked on building up his empire, releasing new albums and racking up more hit singles with his crew. G-Unit's Beg For Mercy topped the charts upon its release in late 2003, paving the way for solo LPs from Lloyd Banks (The Hunger For More) and Young Buck (Straight Outta Cashville). Like P. Diddy and Jay-Z before him, 50 Cent has also branched off into other business ventures, including a G-Unit clothing line, a sneaker deal with Reebok, and his own energy drink Formula 50 Vitamin Water. In 2005, he released his much-anticipated second album The Massacre, continued to sign new artists (Olivia, Spider Loc), and began filming a semi-autobiographical movie about his dramatic rise from Queens crack dealer to international rap celebrity. |
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| 21 Questions
Candy Shop
Disco Inferno
Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Guess Who's Back?
| | If I Can't
In Da Club
Just A Lil Bit
Massacre
| | P.i.m.p.
Real Money
The New Breed
Who Dares Wins
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50 Cent Song Lyric:
Follow Me Gangster
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]
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