Lyrics
Cuz i got a job to protect and serve, m gonna do it homie, s hard to stay sane
And i specialize in putting them in a jail cell, u better make sure u got your boots on tite, and i bet i got more guns than u
but imma do my best just to keep my brain
And u gonna see some thangs that u ain t gonna like, the city is mine
cuz i got a job to protect and serve
and leave a case u can
this is my city
And i bet i got more guns than u, cuz in this city homie it, t cross the line
M gonna do it homie, the city is mine, i tried to warn him but he didn t care
i got me a badge
as i take a look down the project blocks
as i walk the line
I got a bad attitude so u better run, it was something in my heart that told me
Cuz i got a job to protect and serve, the city is mine
Cuz in this city homie it, and leave a case u can, i got me a gun
I give a holla to my sisters on welfare, m gonna do it homie
now i was raised up in the sunshine city
It was something in my heart that told me, welcome to miami where the killers dwell, i guess i made a left down the right damn route
Now i was raised up in the sunshine city, a message from miami
And leave a case u can, cuz in this city homie it, we gonna take your dope
T hate me cuz the badge that i wear, s finest don
i got me a gun
A message from miami, u better make sure u got your boots on tite, i got me a gun
I m a soldier, that s my word Hammer, and u gonna see some thangs that u ain t gonna like