50 Cent

Curtis is the schizophrenic offspring of Caligula, Scarface and Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Pop delicacies shrouded in wealth porn and extended sex puns ("Amusement Park," "Ayo Technology") nuzzle up to street life's hardwired fatalism, with most of it delivered in sneers above dirty soul productions ("I Get Money," "Curtis 187"). Lest we forget, the "grimy and greasy" Fiddy "bling[s] like BLAUGH!" as he "writes the check before the baby comes" and muses that he'll "die trying to spend this sh*t." We wish him success.

I ain't fresh out the hood/ I'm still in the hood," 50 Cent rhymes in "Fully Loaded Clip," feeling
the heat even if he just sold 5 million copies of The Massacre a couple of years ago. He's
out to prove he's everything he used to claim (“Still in da club, still sipping bub”) while
rocking “more whips than a runaway slave.” Like The Massacre, Curtis divides between
hard songs (“Man Down,” “Fire,” “I'll Still Kill”) and soft songs (“Follow My... More >