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!
Capo: 5th Fret || Tuning: EADGBe (standard)
Am x02210 C x32010 F 133211
B x23332 G 320033 Bb5 x133xx
*Trust me, you don't want to play this
without a capo. But if you really want to..
Dm - E-F - C - Bb - C
Dm - E-F - C - Bb - Eb
I suggest you use power chords. To ease the pain.
[Intro]
Am - B-C - G - F - G
Am - B-C - G - F - Bb5
Am B C G F G Am B C G F Bb5
e|------------------------------------------------|
B|-1-----1------------------1-----1---------------|
G|-2-----0----0---2-----0---2-----0----0---2----3-|
D|-2-----2----0---3-----0---2-----2----0---3----3-|
A|-0---2-3----2---3-----2---0---2-3----2---3----1-|
E|------------3---1-----3--------------3---1------|
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
[Verse I] (same strum and chord pattern as chorus)
Am C
Yeah, 03, I went from back filthy to filthy rich
F
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a b!tch
Am C
I tried to help n!ggas get on, they turned around and spit
F
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a d!ck
Am C
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other sh!t
F
Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
Am C
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
F
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
Am C
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
F
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
Am C
What's it to you? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
F
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
[Verse II]
F G Am
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
C
I was in the f!cking sheds sharpening my machete
F G
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
E7 F
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
G Am
I think you f!cking meatballs keep on just forgetting
C
Thought he was finished, m!therf!cker, it's only the beginning
F G E7
He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, f!ck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them b!tches plugged in me
Am C F
M!therf!cking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
F
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherf!ckers in each
G E7
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally f!cking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your c!cksuck!ng opinion to me
Am C
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh!t
F F
F!ck letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah
G E7
It's happening again, I'm thinking about the same
M!ther f!ck everybody that's up in this b!tch, but 50
F G
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
Am C
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
F G
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trapped
E7
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
F G
It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Am C
Christ, how was I supposed to know sh!t would turn up like it did?
F G
Feels like I'm going psycho again and I might just blow my lid
E7
Sh!t, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with.
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
[Verse III]
F G
I haven't been this f!cking confused since I was a kid
Am C
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
F G
Maybe this is for me, maybe, maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
E7
Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m in the morning like Shady
F G
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Am C
Tryna say the same classic, get your @ss kicked
F
Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
G E7
P!ssy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
Am C
It's tragic, it's sad it's never gonna end, now we number one again
F
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
F G E7
Accept it, respect it, this a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every f!cking thing with it
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
Am x02210 C x32010 F 133211
B x23332 G 320033 Bb5 x133xx
*Trust me, you don't want to play this
without a capo. But if you really want to..
Dm - E-F - C - Bb - C
Dm - E-F - C - Bb - Eb
I suggest you use power chords. To ease the pain.
[Intro]
Am - B-C - G - F - G
Am - B-C - G - F - Bb5
Am B C G F G Am B C G F Bb5
e|------------------------------------------------|
B|-1-----1------------------1-----1---------------|
G|-2-----0----0---2-----0---2-----0----0---2----3-|
D|-2-----2----0---3-----0---2-----2----0---3----3-|
A|-0---2-3----2---3-----2---0---2-3----2---3----1-|
E|------------3---1-----3--------------3---1------|
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
[Verse I] (same strum and chord pattern as chorus)
Am C
Yeah, 03, I went from back filthy to filthy rich
F
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a b!tch
Am C
I tried to help n!ggas get on, they turned around and spit
F
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a d!ck
Am C
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other sh!t
F
Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
Am C
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
F
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
Am C
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
F
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
Am C
What's it to you? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
F
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
[Verse II]
F G Am
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
C
I was in the f!cking sheds sharpening my machete
F G
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
E7 F
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
G Am
I think you f!cking meatballs keep on just forgetting
C
Thought he was finished, m!therf!cker, it's only the beginning
F G E7
He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, f!ck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them b!tches plugged in me
Am C F
M!therf!cking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
F
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherf!ckers in each
G E7
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally f!cking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your c!cksuck!ng opinion to me
Am C
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh!t
F F
F!ck letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah
G E7
It's happening again, I'm thinking about the same
M!ther f!ck everybody that's up in this b!tch, but 50
F G
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
Am C
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
F G
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trapped
E7
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
F G
It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Am C
Christ, how was I supposed to know sh!t would turn up like it did?
F G
Feels like I'm going psycho again and I might just blow my lid
E7
Sh!t, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with.
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
[Verse III]
F G
I haven't been this f!cking confused since I was a kid
Am C
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
F G
Maybe this is for me, maybe, maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
E7
Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m in the morning like Shady
F G
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Am C
Tryna say the same classic, get your @ss kicked
F
Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
G E7
P!ssy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
Am C
It's tragic, it's sad it's never gonna end, now we number one again
F
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
F G E7
Accept it, respect it, this a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every f!cking thing with it
[Chorus]
Am C
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am C F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
C F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
C
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
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