Artist: Your Old Droog
Album:  Packs
Song:   G.K.A.C.
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Your Old Droog]
Seatbelt off but son was strapped
Crusin way past the limit with a gun in his lap
Thuggin, buggin, swearin his phone tapped
Used to be the rubberband man, I guess he just snapped
Ain't like he went to ranges, and learned to spray gats
So he practiced on baseheads and stray cats
World treated him like Three-Fifths so he cop fo' fifths
No other Marys or Josephs, he blows spliffs laced with PCP
{*coughs*} Not too discerning
But shit was like a ritual when dude was burnin
So it roll up, without a hold up, take out a twenty 
and break dat ho up, in a crumpled up piece of money
The wildest dread, heard he referred to his blicky as Nicky
And the bullet, he called her Miss Lead
One time he passed boys in blue and saw red
Then a calm little voice inside his head said...

[Chorus]
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"

[Your Old Droog]
Said he put that pig in a blanket and he did
He just blanked, kid
Angel on his shoulders called him but he banged it
There's nothing to do or say 
to stop him, and couldn't get in his way
Like the Blood gang, he had a +Nine+ and a +Trey+
But uh... twelve gauge fresh out the case
Would be the weapon used to pop the officer in the face
{*sirens and three gun shots*} There started the chase
It was unnerving, cars swervin all over the place
Just when you thought it's 'bout to end - no 
He turned around blastin at them cowards out the window
With the 9-milli {*two shots*}
The voice in his head on a continuous loop 
like Milli Vanilli ("Girl, you know it's...")

[Chorus]
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop, pop"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"
"I'ma put that pig in a blanket"

[Your Old Droog]
He shot him, then tried to breeze, skate out of town
They spot him, hopped in their Vs' to chase him down
And blocked him, he couldn't leave, then screamed a clown,
"We got him!" "Get on your knees, get on the ground!" (Get on the ground!)
He steps out, lights flashin in his eyes
His psychotic mind still tries to rationalize
Wheels start turnin, feelin shifty
Thinkin, "If I'm goin down, I'll take some more of you cowards with me"
He bust one, bust two {*two shots*}
Put 'em on God's guest list - plus a few
Trust fund kids, he don't trust you
What's truly sad is a man felt like 
he had to go this route, just to get his just due
"What's justice?" he yelled to the suckers
Then proceeded to back out the MAC-10 on you fuckers {*gunshots*}
Kept buckin, like an old soldier
'Til one of their slugs caught him in the shoulder {*gunshot and grunt*}
So he ducked behind the car
Realizin he's 'bout to spend the rest of his life behind bars
Depressed, knowin he's goin down for the crime
He pressed Nicky's lips against his one last time {*BLAM*}

"If we understood, then maybe we can help the pigs understand"
"Nah, the problem with that is you think the pigs 
 are essentially kind at heart, but the pigs are essentially pigs"