50 Cent se narodil jako Curtis Jackson, 6. července 1976 v South Jamaica / Queens v New Yorku, do rodiny s drogovou minulostí. Pseudonym 50 Cent si Curtis zvolil podle proslaveného gangstera Fort Green Projects. Rapper je věřící a jedno z jeho...

Píseň: Financial Freedom

Interpret:
50 Cent
Album:
Street King Immortal
[Verse 1] 
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real 
Who’s sittin’ in the Bookings? Charge, direct sale 
Third shootout… we was fightin’ for positions 
Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchen 
Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it 
You fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacket 
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach 
‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch 
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that K had 
Woke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad” 
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas 
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggas 
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts 
Start shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court 
I want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boy 
Get in the way, you gon’ take you a trip to Deramores




[Hook] 
I’m dreamin’ of… 
My dream of freedom… 
Financial freedom 




[Verse 2] 
This is to big bags of bread and some coke, nigga 
You can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, nigga 
We was a school of sharks – a bunch of young soldiers 
Open your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told you 
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower 
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known 
Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn 
I got connections – look, bitch, I’m connected 
And I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect it 
Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper 
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Papa 
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out 
I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout 
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely 
I got that tek with that cooling system on me, homie 
You think you want it? You don’t want it with me, homie 




[Hook] 
I’m dreamin’ of… 
My dream of freedom… 
Financial freedom 




[Verse 3] 
We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ over 
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda 
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know us 
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas 
We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us 
We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us 
If you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boy 
Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for 
Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner 
‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinner 
You screw your face the fuck up, you goin’ through what? 
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up 
Nigga stand down or get manned down 
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around 
You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up 
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up 




[Hook] 
I’m dreamin’ of… 
My dream of freedom… 
Financial freedom