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50 Cent started rapping in a friend’s basement where he used turntables to record over instrumentals. In 1996, a friend introduced him to Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC who was organizing his label Jam Master Jay Records. It was the first time he entered a studio. Jay taught him how to count bars, write choruses, structure songs, and make a record. 50 Cent’s first official appearance was on a song titled “React” with the group Onyx on their 1998 album Shut ‘Em Down. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Im Supposed To Die Tonight Mp3

[Intro - 50 Cent]
Ah man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to ‘em

[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
All through the hood, I keep hearin’ niggas sayin’
I’m supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin’ like the shit okay
I’m down to ride tonight
We rolling, whip stolen, AK loaded
I’m down to ride tonight
We smokin’, straight locin’, locked and loaded
Somebody gon’ die tonight

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin’ new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I’m a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch ‘em slippin’, I have ‘em tongue kissin’ my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don’t try
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don’t be stupid, find out who you fuckin’ wit son
‘Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you should’ve thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don’t know if I’m God’s child or I’m Satan’s angel

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply would’ve wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I’m a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I’ma have to blast me a nigga
I’m on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don’t talk that rich shit, but nigga I’m filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin’ on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

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She was then left for dead after the gas in her apartment was turned on and the windows shut closed. After her death, Jackson moved into his grandparents house with his eight aunts and uncles. He recalls, “My grandmother told me, ‘Your mother’s not coming home. She’s not gonna come back to pick you up. You’re gonna stay with us now.’ That’s when I started adjusting to the streets a little bit.” Jackson grew up with his younger cousin, Michael Francis, who earned the nickname “25 Cent” for being his younger counterpart. Francis raps under the stage name “Two Five”. Click here to download 50 Cent Bad News

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound’s in the house, bad news
40 Kal’s in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
I get little niggaz mad cause I’m flossin’ bad
I ain’t a wrestler, but I’ll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit hair that horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don’t really like to exercise but I’ll push up on a bitch
Y’all sweet like 99 bananas
That’s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I’m just a playa that found out where the coaches know
That’s why I’mma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y’all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the 5th grade
that’s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks’ back at it again)
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony’s back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene clean
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don’t say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th rule don’t put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50’s back at it again)
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50’s back at it again)

[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I’ll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level’s high nigga can’t tell
Licking my lips at your bitch like I’m LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, “Cent got money” and I got shot
You put pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
I’m just a new kid, I can’t help that I’m hot
What a little nigga say to 50 cent don’t matter
I’ll fire shots at the shepard and watch the sheeps scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play with my check
I come through with my knife for that vein in your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50’s back at it again)
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Its not likely that we’ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50’s back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound’s in the house, bad news
40 Kal’s in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
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50 Cent, born Curtis James Jackson III, grew up in the South Jamaica neighborhood of Queens in New York City. He grew up without a father and was raised by his mother Sabrina Jackson, who gave birth to him at the age of fifteen. Sabrina, who was a cocaine dealer, raised Jackson until the age of eight, when she was murdered. At the age of twenty-three, she became unconscious after someone drugged her drink. Click here to download 50 Cent Get In My Car Mp3

I’m a straight guerilla wit it
Cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin outta line can get it
I make it hot
Motherfuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac 10 32 shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up
But I don’t fuck wit you niggas
My rap money slow up
I run up on u niggas
Im on the edge
Im just waiting on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap
What u lookin at pussy?
We aint buddys, we aint partners, and we damn sure aint friends
Some much chrome on my Benz you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I’ma let her get in
I don’t play, but im a playa til the motherfuckin end[gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car( get in)
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
dont tell me you dont know that uhh
i’m the shiiit
Man you betta watch your gurl, man
I leave with your bitch
I aint standing these hoes, man Im about my paper
If your bitch really bout it, nigga im gon’ take her
Back seat of my jeep
Fuck til I fuck up her makeup
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icy
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spend her life savings in a day cause she likes me
Commitment for me?
Ah,nah, not likely
When I with Vivica
I Thought I was onto somethin
But then the next week, nah man it was nothing[gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car( get in)
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul
The eyes neva lie
They bloodshot red
Its ganja in my system im high
First its pain when you lust for my love
Then it’s smooth and calm
Feel the rush like the needles in your arm
It’s a cold world baby girl
Lovin me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin broke
Love won’t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin me
They suck cock to make em hot
I just let em stand next to me
hundred percent thug
Freak too I’ll taste your love
69’s the position
Your mouth’s full baby huh?
My conversation’s so deep
I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin
Turnin over and im in your bed[gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pick up lines I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car( get in)
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

[Outro]
Quit playin bitch get in
you know ya wanna ride wit a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G Unit
[gunshots]

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In 2003, he founded the record label G-Unit Records, which signed successful rappers such as Young Buck, Lloyd Banks, and Tony Yayo. 50 Cent has engaged in numerous feuds with other rappers including Ja Rule, The Game, and Fat Joe.50 Cent has also pursued an acting career, appearing in the semi-autobiographical film Get Rich or Die Tryin’ in 2005 and the Iraq War film Home of the Brave in 2006. Click here to download 50 Cent My Gun Go Off Mp3

Nigga my gun go off, you see that barrell turnin’
You feel the holes burnin’, nigga now you learnin’
Nigga my gun go off, callin’ yo’ clique aint murder
Nigga Im tryna murk you, when I come back bustin’
Nigga my gun go off, dont try to say Im trippin’
When I get to flippin’, when I insert the clip in
Nigga my gun go off, you call that puttin’ work in
Leavin niggas hurtin’, homicide lurkin’

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Fuck boy, you could see it to believe it
Try and dodge and leave it and end up a paraplegic
Believe me its easy, I hurt you, I murk you, I pop somethin’
Drop somethin’, I aint gone stop huntin’
Run run till ya spun, one shot one gun
One nine, one one
A murder scene is murder be, its excellent execution when Im pullin the trigger
No mistake for the cake, Im hittin’ you and ya niggas
Feel the flame when I aim, for the top of your brain
See the spark, hear the bang
Nigga shit aint a game
Do the math when I blast bullets go through ya ass
Fast In a leather seats in ya lap nigg
Its not a war when there casulties on one side, I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by
I click clack thats that, I dont flash I mash
I wave the Uzi at em, I make a movie out of ‘em

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Nigga my gun go off, you see that barrell turnin’
You feel the holes burnin’, nigga now you learnin’
Nigga my gun go off, callin’ yo’ clique aint murder
Nigga Im tryna murk you, when I come back bustin’
Nigga my gun go off, dont try to say Im trippin’
When I get to flippin’, when I insert the clip in
Nigga my gun go off, you call that puttin’ work in
Leavin niggas hurtin’, homicide lurkin’

[ Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
You better lose yaself in the moment and use it
Fuck the music, Im’a let it go
You only get one shot for I back out to fire back
At ya hat, ya back, ya asscrack, ya nutsack and Cadillac
if you make it to that, Im hittin’ that
70’s was smack, 80’s crack, 90’s grimey
Bolivian macs man clips armoured whips
I ride in em, bad bitches I ride in em
Dont worry, I get em
Gat jam, then unjam, godamn, safe cause the safety dont work
So squeeze the Eagle will churp
End up face down in the dirt, more than hurt
Bring the beef, where ya hang out, bang out
Shots rangout, he just showed you tryna blow ya brains out
Hit ya homies in the legs, bet they’ll have the canes out, tomorrow
You know tomorrow is a day away, if you can keep your heartbeat
Than your ass awake

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Nigga my gun go off, you see that barrell turnin’
You feel the holes burnin’, nigga now you learnin’
Nigga my gun go off, callin’ yo’ clique aint murder
Nigga Im tryna murk you, when I come back bustin’
Nigga my gun go off, dont try to say Im trippin’
When I get to flippin’, when I insert the clip in
Nigga my gun go off, you call that puttin’ work in
Leavin niggas hurtin’, homicide lurkin’

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After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he was shot nine times in 2000. After releasing his mixtape compilation Guess Who’s Back? in 2002, 50 Cent was discovered by rapper Eminem and signed to Interscope Records. With the help of Eminem and Dr. Dre—who produced his first major commercial successes—he became one of the highest selling rap artists in the world. Click here to download 50 Cent Hate It Or Love It.

Comin’ up I was confused my momma kissin’ a girl
Confusion occurs comin’ up in a cold world
Daddy ain’t around probably out commitin’ felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing check-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a [four]-finger ring
one of them gold ropes money
santa told me if I pass [I] get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs i’d get the hat, now that’d be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain’t nuttin good in the hood
I’d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

[Chorus (x2):]
[50 Cent:] Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top
And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game:] Go ‘head envy me
I’m raps MVP
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me

[Verse 2: The Game]
G-G-G-G unit
I Told Dre from the gate I carried the heat for ya
First mixtape song i inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya
G-G-G-G (G UNIT) Fo Ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my doe
NWA gold
and Had the whole crowd yellin “Free Yayo”
So Niggaz betta get up outta mine
Fo’ I creep and turn your projects into columbine
And I’m rap’s MVP
Don’t make me remind y’all what happened to DC
This nigga ain’t Gotti
He pretend
Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems yo’ little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch
When the doubts was out who gave the west coast mouth to mouth

[Chorus (x2):]
[50 Cent:] Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top
And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop

[Lloyd Banks:] your here to envy me
I’m raps MVP
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
(I thought it would change its stayin the same)

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys was wit ya
When you had that little TV
You had to hit on to get a picture
I’m walkin with the snub
[Cus] niggas do a lot of slip talkin in the club
Til they coughing on the rug
I aint never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model was gone
Snortin up his drugs
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boi’ just got poked in the throat
Now its an R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now im speedin’ reminiscin’
Holdin’ my weed [here] never listen
If I see him , then im’a lif’ him
And Maybe that’ll even the score
But if not it’ll be me on the floor.

[Chorus (x2):]
[50 Cent:] Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top
And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop

[Tony yayo:] Go ‘head envy me
I’m raps MVP
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me

[Verse 4:Tony Yayo]
I started out at 15
Scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack
And i made them sales
As a youth, man i used to hustle for loot
With that little deuce deuce
And my triple fat goose
Sippin’ easy jesus
Rockin’ the leases
But mama whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think god im blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Verse 4: Young Buck]
You know im still nice wit my cook game
Look mayn
It’s a hood thang
Thats why im loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine
Just like a real nigga should
If I do some time
Homie I’m still all good
Let me show what a thug bout
Born to die
I took the bullets outta 50
Put em in my fou. five
And i aint even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who aint seen a royalty check bitch

[Chorus (x2):]
[50 Cent:] Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top
And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop

[YB:] Go ‘head envy me
I’m raps MVP
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me

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Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975),better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper. He rose to fame following the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin’ and The Massacre. 50 Cent achieved multi-platinum success with both albums, selling over twenty-one million records worldwide.Born in South Jamaica, Queens in New York, 50 Cent began drug dealing at the age of twelve during the 1980s’ crack epidemic. Click here to download Dont Push Me 50 Cent Mp3

I need you to pray for me (and)
I need you to care for me (and)
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I’m heading, ’cause I know where I’ve been

Flows, bones, crushin’, it’s nothin’
I come up with somethin’
Come through your strip, frontin’, stuntin’
It’s something you want, 745 chrome spinnin’
Haters hate that I’m winnin’
Man I’ve been hot from the beginnin’
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
‘Cause I can’t control my temper, I’m finna catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I’m down to get it poppin’
Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain’t stoppin’
Till my clip is empty, I’m simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin’, still locin’
what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Right now I’m on the edge, so don’t push me
I aim straight for your head, so don’t push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don’t push me
I got somethin’ for your ass, keep thinkin’ I’m pussy

[Lloyd Banks]
I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn’t cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin’ a lie, I gotta get that money
I’ll be damned if I’m bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
‘Cause they frontin’ 20 years, of watching my mama’s tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb, cause I need it
These niggas don’t want me ballin’, they want me buried
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Layin’ your bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
‘Cause I’m a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain’t lying, bounty hunters got me flyin’
With my iron, high as a giant
I’m runnin’ from nothin’, my stomach is touchin’
What I’m clutchin’, to give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I’m bolder
And it’s either soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

[Chorus 2X]

[Eminem]
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears
This is me, who’s got to be
What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Frontin’ like it’s all fun and games, ’til they shot up bang
When you see your brains hang and you see we ain’t playin’
Ain’t sayin’ we ain’t layin’ down at night and ain’t prayin’
I bullied my way in this game, man I’m done playin’
Man I’m done sayin’ that I’m done playin’
I’m a start layin’ into these motherfuckering cocksuckers
There’s no way I’ma back down, like a god damn coward
I can’t, how would I look as man, bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at ‘em, please
Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You want to see Marshall? I’ll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin’ old farts,
A whole other side, I wanted to not show you
So you know you’re not dealing with some fuckin’ marshmallow, little soft yellow
Punk pussy, who’s heart’s Jello, ’cause

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Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper. He rose to fame following the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin’ and The Massacre. 50 Cent achieved multi-platinum success with both albums, selling over twenty-one million records worldwide.Born in South Jamaica, Queens in New York, 50 Cent began drug dealing at the age of twelve during the 1980s’ crack epidemic.[3] After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he was shot nine times in 2000.Click here to download 50 Cent Candy Shop Mp3

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah…
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I’ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop
Keep goin ’til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I’ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I’ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon’ back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I’ll break it down for you now, baby it’s simple
If you be a ——, I’ll be a ——
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it’s whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I’m the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you ’bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I’m a seasons vet when it come to this —-
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I’m tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain’t never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain’t never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It’s like it’s a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn’t it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in ——
Had me thinking ’bout that — after I’m gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As L=long as she ain’t stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon’ sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

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