Dirty Harry (feat. Bootie Brown)

I need a gun to keep myself among

The poor people are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun 'cause all I do is dance

'Cause all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself among

The poor people are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun 'cause all I do is dance

'Cause all I do is dance

In my backpack, I got my act right in case you act quite difficult

And your result weaken

With anger and discontent

Some are seeking in search of like Nimoy

I'm a peace-lovin' decoy ready for retaliation

I change the whole location to a pine box six-under

Impulsive, don't ask why or wonder

Orders given to me is strike and I'm thunder

With lighting fast reflexes

On constant alert from the constant hurt

That seems limitless with no drop in pressure

It seems like everybody's out to test ya

Till they see you break

You can't conceal the hate that consumes ya

I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt

I got a ninety day extension, and I'm filled with guilt

From things that I've seen

Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen

At night, I hear the shots ring, so I'm a light sleeper

The cost of life seems to get cheaper

Out in the desert with my street sweeper

The war is over, so said the speaker

With the flight suit on

Maybe to him, I'm just a pawn

So he can advance

Remember when I used to dance

Man, all I wanna do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself among