50 is the year 50 CE.
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In computational linguistics, word-sense disambiguation (WSD) is an open problem of natural language processing, which governs the process of identifying which sense of a word (i.e. meaning) is used in a sentence, when the word has multiple meanings (polysemy). The solution to this problem impacts other computer-related writing, such as discourse, improving relevance of search engines, anaphora resolution, coherence, inference et cetera.
Research has progressed steadily to the point where WSD systems achieve sufficiently high levels of accuracy on a variety of word types and ambiguities. A rich variety of techniques have been researched, from dictionary-based methods that use the knowledge encoded in lexical resources, to supervised machine learning methods in which a classifier is trained for each distinct word on a corpus of manually sense-annotated examples, to completely unsupervised methods that cluster occurrences of words, thereby inducing word senses. Among these, supervised learning approaches have been the most successful algorithms to date.
Adolf Hitler (German: [ˈadɔlf ˈhɪtlɐ] ( listen); 20 April 1889 – 30 April 1945) was an Austrian-born German politician and the leader of the National Socialist German Workers Party (German: Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (NSDAP), commonly referred to as the Nazi Party). He was chancellor of Germany from 1933 to 1945 and dictator of Nazi Germany (as Führer und Reichskanzler) from 1934 to 1945. Hitler is commonly associated with the rise of fascism in Europe, World War II, and the Holocaust.
A decorated veteran of World War I, Hitler joined the German Workers' Party, precursor of the Nazi Party, in 1919, and became leader of the NSDAP in 1921. In 1923, he attempted a coup d'état, known as the Beer Hall Putsch, in Munich. The failed coup resulted in Hitler's imprisonment, during which time he wrote his memoir, Mein Kampf (My Struggle). After his release in 1924, Hitler gained popular support by attacking the Treaty of Versailles and promoting Pan-Germanism, antisemitism, and anticommunism with charismatic oratory and Nazi propaganda. After his appointment as chancellor in 1933, he transformed the Weimar Republic into the Third Reich, a single-party dictatorship based on the totalitarian and autocratic ideology of Nazism. His aim was to establish a New Order of absolute Nazi German hegemony in continental Europe.
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.
Born in the South Jamaica of Queens, New York City, Jackson began drug dealing at the age of twelve during the 1980s crack epidemic. 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.
David Darnell Brown (born March 15, 1981), also known as Young Buck, is an American Southern rapper. Buck is a former member of the New York City hip hop group G-Unit and is still signed to G-Unit Records. He currently resides as president of his own record label, Ca$hville Records.
Around the age of twelve he was making rap songs and rolling up blunts with dean mclees and kyle stewart . he was mostly found around the spruce way area , Brown began rapping because he was inspired by a Miami friend named Clay Cole. Jealous of his friend's talent, he wanted to beat him no matter what he had to give up. At the same time Clay Cole moved to Tallahassee, Fla., Brown began recording in a real studio. Shortly thereafter, he was given an opportunity to perform for Brian "Baby" Williams, co-founder of Cash Money Records. After several years on and off of Cash Money Records, Brown and fellow rapper Juvenile decided to leave the label for good in 2000 and go to UTP Records, where Brown stayed until 2003. One of his early appearances was on the song "Memphis," where he was featured along with Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, and other southern rappers. His deal with UTP later led to a meeting with New York rapper 50 Cent, who later signed him to G-Unit Records, under Interscope Records.
Well, my dandruff is loose
An' my breath is chartreuse
I know I ain't cute
An' my voice is ka-poot
But that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way
I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say
Ain't gonna sing you no love song
How my heart is all sore
Will not beg your indulgence
'Cause you heard it before
An' that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way
I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say
See my prance!
I have taken your time
I have sung you my song
Ain't no great revelation
But it wasn't too long
An' that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way, ha ha!
I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say
Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I'ma drink a lot a water
And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like 'What up, 50?'
I'm like 'What up with you'
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I'm like 'Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back'
Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ??
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!
I'm going to go
Smoke in the shower
I need to piss down the stairs
I'm so damned sick of this
Stupid bullshit
That I'm going to start splitting hairs
So I sat down and watched a pot boil
Then I stood up and spit in the fan
While every one of you
Dumb sons of bitches
Were eating pellets
Right out of my hand
You look like a chicken in flight
Think I'll kick Foreman's ass
On my own
I will pay your slut mother
One half of one dollar
If she'll come and sleep with the band
This year's unlikely sex symbol
Is dressed like a priest not a man.
Give them something to sayAnd give them something to think
All they want is just another drink
Hey man they don't want to sink
Into your crazy mind
You know that they can't afford
To see what they can't find
Give 'm something to smash
Oil on canvas or trash
Make them smile before
the end of the trial
Double park all your cars
Show them the best of your scars
Make them feel like 50 % of a star
50 60 70 80
Don't give 'm 100 %
Just give 'm 50 %
70 80 90 100
Just give 'm 50 %
Give 'm all of your days
And give 'm all of your nights
There ain't no dealin'
with their power knights
Give 'm 50 % don't give a 100 %
For the golden crown
ain't worth a cent
Give 'm all of your clothes
And give 'm all Dylan's quotes
Hey that's smart
But where's the antidote
I think I gave it away
have it your way
I'm moving out
I've made a mistake and still you doubt me
have it your way and no-one else's
and you're still none the wiser
she's clanging in the kitchen loudly
a million times I've said I'm sorry, what's more
her way and no-one else's way
she couldn't meet me half the way
the way, the way, the way, yeah
this grudge you hold is yours alone
fifty percent of my mistake you own
you own, you own, you know, yeah
what have you to gain
from keeping understanding in a ball and chain
your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
that you dulled your blade
it's easier to blame
by claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
and you know I don't deserve it
she's standing by her judgements proudly
erroneous conclusions about me, what's more
she's black and white but never gray (dum dum dum-dum)
no, she never met me half the way
the way, the way, the way, yeah
that ground you stand's been overblown
fifty percent of my mistake you own
you own, you own, you know, yeah
what have you to gain
from keeping understanding in a ball and chain
your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
that you dulled your blade
it's easier to blame
by claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
and you know I don't deserve this
this grudge you hold is yours alone
your quiet cunning thoughts have shown
your head has been your only home
and will you ever realize
your twisted thoughts are self-despised
projections of distrust that lies between the truth
of binds that tie directly to the fact that you
you take yourself too seriously
(oow, doo-doo-doo doo)
you take yourself too seriously
this grudge you hold is yours alone
fifty percent of my mistake you own
you own, you own, you know, yeah
what have you to gain
from keeping understanding in a ball and chain
your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
that you dulled your blade
it's easier to blame
by claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
and you know I don't deserve that
that ground you stand's been overblown
fifty percent of my mistake you own
you own, you own, you know, yeah
what have you to gain
from keeping understanding in a ball and chain
your little masquerade was just so goddamned unconvincing
that you gave yourself away