Table Of Contents

1. Thematic Statement
2. Image
3. 1 Biography
4. 2 samples
5. 1 literacy essay
6. 1 P.I.E
7. 2 pieces of my own poetry

Thematic Statement

The world can't survive without money.

Images

Biography of Curtis James Jackson III (50)

Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, investor, record producer, and actor. He rose to fame with the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) and The Massacre (2005). His album Get Rich or Die Tryin' has been certified eight times platinum by the RIAA.^[1]
Born in South Jamaica, Queens, Jackson began drug dealing at the age of twelve during the 1980s crack epidemic.^[2] After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he was shot at and struck by nine bullets during an incident in 2000. After releasing his album Guess Who's Back? in 2002, Jackson 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, Jackson became one of the world's highest selling rappers. In 2003, he founded the record label G-Unit Records, which signed several successful rappers such as Young Buck, Lloyd Banks, and Tony Yayo.
Jackson has engaged in feuds with other rappers including Ja Rule, Nas, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Cam'ron, Puff Daddy, Rick Ross, and former G-Unit members The Game and Young Buck. He has also pursued an acting career, appearing in the semi-autobiographical film Get Rich or Die Tryin' in 2005, the Iraq War film Home of the Brave in 2006, and Righteous Kill in 2008. 50 Cent was ranked as the sixth-best artist of the 2000s by Billboard magazine. The magazine also ranked him as the fourth top male artist and as the third top rapper behind Eminem and Nelly. Billboard magazine also ranked him as the sixth best and most successful Hot 100 Artist of the 2000s and as the number one rap artist of the 2000s. Billboard ranked his album Get Rich or Die Tryin' as the twelfth best album of the 2000s^[6] and his album The Massacre as the 37th best album of the 2000s. As of September 2011, 50 Cent is working on his fifth studio album, which is set to be released in 2012.

 It's All About The Benjamins - P. Diddy

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the benjamins baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the benjamins baby
Goodfellas, uhh

Verse one: puff daddy

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some grants like horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
Seven zeros, over in rio dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but i wanna be heard
On your hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive millineums
It's all about the benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in european figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse two: jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of puff daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a bro' vega
I'm wit mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- benz jeep
For my team so while you sleep i'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like *hebrews*
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause i leave you, i'm only here
For that green paper which the eagle

Verse three: sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop mo's, never sober
Lex and range rovers dealin weight by minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin narc's wit camcorders and chevy novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named alona (uh-huh)
From daytona, when i was young i wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now i only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the ac' coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as rupaul

Interlude: puff daddy

C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh

It's all about the benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
(repeat 4x)

It's all about the benjamins baby
Now, what y'all wanna do?
It's all about the benjamins baby
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
It's all about the benjamins baby
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers
It's all about the benjamins baby
On the low from the jake in the taurus

Verse four: lil' kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)

Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
Wanna bumble wit the bee hahh?
Bzzzzt, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like the oman (say what?)
Have your friends singin 'this is for my homey' (that's right)
And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German luger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
I'm, a goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380's and mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!
Only female in my crew, and i kick shit
Like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you
(big: yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)

Verse five: notorious b.i.g.

I been had skills, cristal spills
Hide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
In my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe
Lent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And i'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (c'mon)
Listen close it's francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand
Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til i'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to hell i send thee, all about the benji's
What??

I Get Money - 50 Cent 

[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

Thematic Analysis

Money Over Everything

            Is it possible to live without money? Everyone needs money to survive. In the song, “I Get Money”, 50 Cent writes about making money and spending it. 50 Cent shows the theme that the world can’t survive without money. This theme is evident when Coca-Cola bought vitamin water for billions, when 50 Cent used to sell drugs for money, and when 50 Cent is just bragging about money.

`           The theme of making money is shown when Coca-Cola bought Vitamin Water for billions. For example, 50 Cent writes, “I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the f**k?”(Stanza 2, lines 1-3). This shows that 50 Cent was sponsored by vitamin water, and then Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions. This demonstrates the value of money when Coca-Cola bought it for billions, because they will end up making more money. Both 50 Cent and Coca-Cola are making money by this deal.

            The theme of making money is shown when 50 Cent used to sell drugs for money. For example, 50 Cent writes, “I used to sell dope; I did play the block / Now I play on boats, in the south of France.” (Stanza 2, lines 12-15). This shows that 50 Cent used to sell drugs to make money, and now he spends the money on anything he wants. This demonstrates the value of money by showing that 50 Cent will do anything for money. How far will one go to make money?

            The theme of making money is shown when 50 Cent is bragging about how he makes money. For example, 50 Cent writes, “I get Money money I got, tryna stop my shine / I get money, money I got, I’ll cock my 9.” (Stanza 8, lines 38-41). This shows that if one mess with 50 Cent’s money, then bad things will happen. This demonstrates the value of money by 50 Cent defending his money. Don’t mess with one’s money.

            50 Cent wants to make money and spend it. The world revolves around money. My thesis is proven when Coca-Cola bought Vitamin Water for billions, when 50 cent used to sell drugs for money, and when he is just bragging about money. If money wasn’t present in the world today, then we would live in a war-torn world. Money is the motive for living.

I Get Money parody- P.I.E

I Get Munchies


(Chorus)
I get munchies, munchies i got
I get munchies, munchies i got
Munchies I got, Munchies I got
I get munchies, munchies I got
I get Munchies, munchies I got
I get munchies, munchies i got
Munchies I got, Munchies I got

(verse 1)
I take hot cheetos sold it in bags for 2 bucks,
Then Chester came and stole it,
 like what the f**k?
I got munchies by me
Best food in the fridge award, I'm a nominee
I'm stanking spoiled
imma die eating this sh*t
S.D burritos, Mexican in this Bit*h
I used to sell food
I did play my part
and now my mouth chews,
and tear that steak apart!
Food in my brain
food is my heart
2 big macs and some fries
I think i gotta fart
You imagine that I would get sick of it
Munchies , Munchies , Don't even think of it
Imma devour it , bit by bit
I think i just hitted the food wall, but I'm never ganna quit

(Chorus)
I get munchies, munchies i got
I get munchies, munchies i got
Munchies I got, Munchies I got
I get munchies, munchies I got
I get Munchies, munchies I got
I get munchies, munchies i got
Munchies I got, Munchies I got

(verse 2)
I eat everything in my way ,
no restrictions on calories
I don't care what haters say ,
Addictions to Apple Bee's
First it was the steak,
then it was the burgers,
as the waiter's stacking up the plates,
then I'm like ' Give me another burger '
Everyone only cares bout money and their swag
but im caring bout if the food will fit,
imma need a couple more bags
1000,2000,3000 calories and counting
the munchies got me going crazy
piles in my mouth, it is mounting
So hungry that i could eat a whole cow
Ice cream on my left hand,
Chips on my right hand,
ha ha im heading to Mcdonalds right now

(Chorus)
I get munchies, munchies i got
I get munchies, munchies i got
Munchies I got, Munchies I got
I get munchies, munchies I got
I get Munchies, munchies I got
I get munchies, munchies i got
Munchies I got, Munchies I got
I got munchies!

First Poem

 Right and Wrong - Anthony Pham

Money is the key to all things right
Money is the key to all things wrong
Money keeps you weak,
and at the same time it makes you strong

Money is the key to all things right
Money is the key to all things wrong
Right when you think you're rich,
and then next thing you know it's all gone

Second Poem

 Deal or No Deal - Anthony Pham

MONEY... greener than wasabi
MONEY... It's my hobby
MONEY... the green is so real
MONEY... deal or no deal?