Biografía:
Curtis James Jackson (nacido el 6 de julio de 1975 en South Jamaica, Queens, New York), conocido profesionalmente como 50 Cent, es un rapero afroamericano. Conocido también por los apodos fifti Cent, alcanzó la fama con los masivos éxitos comerciales de sus álbumes Get Rich or Die Tryin' y The Massacre, ambos multi-platinos y vendiendo alrededor de 16 millones de copias en todo el mundo. Jackson es conocido por su imagen gangsta y por haber recibido nueve disparos y seguir vivo.
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Otras canciones:
- 21 Questions
- Appr
- Best Friend
- Best Friends
- Bicycl
- Boneu
- Chadoul
- Damo
- Dansmi
- Decouri
- Entrel
- Esponnruse
- Hit
- In Da Club
- Isab
- Jama
- Jetansor
- Jusq
- Lafo4
- Lanc
- Le Bat
- Le Print
- Ledô
- Letit Bon
- Lov
- Moi
- No No Yo
- Nse
- Oleua
- Patiently Waiting
- Pisc
- Pist
- Rponde
- Sang
- Tout
- Yfa Cho
- Ayo Technology
- Crazy
- Hate It Or Love It
- Im Supposed To Die Tonight
- My Life
- On And On
- Party Aint Over
- Still Think Im Nothing
- Window Shopper
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
|Bm |G |A |Bm
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Bm
I'm exhausted, last night I lost it
C
Let the homie's get loose, I'm sure I'ma get the lawsuit
A
Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood
Bm
Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks
Bm
I bet when he die, she die, just because
G
They been together 60 years, that's what they call love
A C
Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand
Bm
Then two kids and six years later, he's the wrong man
Bm C
I woke up this morning, really wasn't feeling myself
G
Thought about suicide, but me, I ain't killing myself
Bm
My cousin Corey shot his girlfriend, then shot himself in the head
Before I shoot myself, I'm shooting everyone else kid
Bm
My head aching, my hands shaking, I'm sweating bullets
G
And it ain't even hot this bitch, I'm going through it
A Bm
My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie
I might need a strait jacket fit for me
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Bm
My favorite uncle Roc got twisted, ‘til that liquor gave him sugar
G
Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver
A
To me he’s still the man, cause see me, I still remember
Bm
That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December
Bm
I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft
G
Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass
A Bm
I got some money now, so if I die before him, I'ma leave it to him
He can have a fine nurse, put that insulin needle to him
Bm
Called my son twice, he ain't picking up the phone
G
And Banks, me and him don't even talk no more
A
You know 'cause of me, he ain't never have to sell crack
Bm
Never used no knife, or had to squeeze no strap
Bm
But if I go tonight, I bet you I'm hellbound
G
For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds
A Bm
Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house
Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Bm
Then I was in the second row
The second time Em married Kim
G
Looking at Proof like
"How much you think this gon' cost them?"
A Bm
Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me
I rather a nigga just put a knife in me
Bm
Than go through the emotions
The confusion and commotions
G
Never die down in my head, they keep going
A
It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions
Bm
Amazing, on other days I feel like I'm his favorite
Bm
I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade
G Bm
When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade
Bm
My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch
N.C.
Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that
Bm
My grandpa was the strongest
Then he broke down and I broke down
G
I looked around, like if shit go bad
Now who am I gon' go to now?
A C
That was his partner, see he knew everything about her
Bm
Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
|Bm |G |A |Bm
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Bm
I'm exhausted, last night I lost it
C
Let the homie's get loose, I'm sure I'ma get the lawsuit
A
Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood
Bm
Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks
Bm
I bet when he die, she die, just because
G
They been together 60 years, that's what they call love
A C
Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand
Bm
Then two kids and six years later, he's the wrong man
Bm C
I woke up this morning, really wasn't feeling myself
G
Thought about suicide, but me, I ain't killing myself
Bm
My cousin Corey shot his girlfriend, then shot himself in the head
Before I shoot myself, I'm shooting everyone else kid
Bm
My head aching, my hands shaking, I'm sweating bullets
G
And it ain't even hot this bitch, I'm going through it
A Bm
My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie
I might need a strait jacket fit for me
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Bm
My favorite uncle Roc got twisted, ‘til that liquor gave him sugar
G
Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver
A
To me he’s still the man, cause see me, I still remember
Bm
That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December
Bm
I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft
G
Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass
A Bm
I got some money now, so if I die before him, I'ma leave it to him
He can have a fine nurse, put that insulin needle to him
Bm
Called my son twice, he ain't picking up the phone
G
And Banks, me and him don't even talk no more
A
You know 'cause of me, he ain't never have to sell crack
Bm
Never used no knife, or had to squeeze no strap
Bm
But if I go tonight, I bet you I'm hellbound
G
For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds
A Bm
Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house
Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Bm
Then I was in the second row
The second time Em married Kim
G
Looking at Proof like
"How much you think this gon' cost them?"
A Bm
Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me
I rather a nigga just put a knife in me
Bm
Than go through the emotions
The confusion and commotions
G
Never die down in my head, they keep going
A
It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions
Bm
Amazing, on other days I feel like I'm his favorite
Bm
I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade
G Bm
When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade
Bm
My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch
N.C.
Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that
Bm
My grandpa was the strongest
Then he broke down and I broke down
G
I looked around, like if shit go bad
Now who am I gon' go to now?
A C
That was his partner, see he knew everything about her
Bm
Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Bm G
It feels like I'm going crazy
Em A
Nothing can save me
A Bm
I'm always gon' through the haze
Bm G
I can't stop staring out my window
Em A
Choppa and my pistol
Bm
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
77 Bombay Street
78 Saab
80's
880 South
883
A Great Big Pile (...)
A Great Big Worl (...)
A Loss For Words
A Mutual Botheri (...)
A Perfect Circle