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 and in search of like Nimoy

I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation

I change your 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 lightning-fast reflexes on constant alert

From the constant hurt that seems limitless with no drop in pressure

It seems like everybody's out to take ya' 'til they see you break

You can't conceal the hate that consumes you

I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt, I got a 90-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, it seem 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

(Dance)

(Dance)

(Dance)

I need a gun to keep myself among