16 Shots

Ready for the war, we got our boots strapped

A hundred deep on State Street, where the troops at?

The mayor lyin', say he didn't see the video footage

And everybody wanna know where the truth at

On the south side, where it's no trauma centers, but the most trauma

A lot of cannons, but you don't want no drama

I can't imagine if it was my own mama

Got her first born son stole from her

He never had a chance, and we all know it's 'cause he black

Shot him 16 times, how fucked up is that?

Now the police superintendent wanna double back

Cops speedin' up to the block like a runnin' back

Tension is high, man, these **** is irate

You can see it in they eyes, they wanna violate

Screamin' out, "Oink, oink, bang bang"

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Murder, murder, murder, they mind state

I just made me a mil' and still militant

This ain't conscious rap, this shit ignorant, ****

Hair trigger ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun

When I cock back, police better run

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

16 shots and we buckin' back

16 shots

16 shots and we buckin' back

16 shots

They threw a little girl down on the pavement

Pushed her with a bike and said, "Stay out the way, bitch"

She was bleedin' on the ground through her braces

This what happen when **** don't stay in they places

The mayor dumpin' when he fired the superintendent

But resignation come with bonuses and recognition

So we gon' break in the stores on Magnificent Mile

And if we gotta go, let's go to prison in style

Cops killin' kids and stayin' outta jail

But Bobby Shmurda can't even catch bail

So it's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Now I got everybody yellin' out, "Fuck 12"

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

16 shots and we buckin' back

16 shots

16 shots and we buckin' back

16 shots

There's a war on drugs

But the drugs keep winnin'

There's a war on guns

But the guns keep ringin'

Me and Lord got a clip with an extendo

And we rollin' wit' it hangin' out the window

We on 16th ridin' by the police station

We might make a pork rind out of pig, bro

Somebody tell these muthafuckas keep they hands off me

I ain't a muthafuckin' slave, keep your chains off me

You better hope this 9 millimeter jam on me

Or get blown, I hope you got your body cam turnt on

Fuck a black cop too, that's the same fight

You gotta badge, bitch, but you still ain't white

This for Laquan on sight, when you see Van Dyke

Tell him I don't bring a knife to a gun fight

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

16 shots and we buckin' back

16 shots

16 shots and we buckin' back

16 shots

There's a war on drugs

But the drugs keep winnin'

There's a war on guns

But the guns keep ringin'

Singin'

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

Muh-uh-uh-uh-murderer, murderer

The video shows Laquan walking southbound

Down the middle of Pulaski

There are squad cars visible in front of him

And also squad cars behind him

The shooter's squad car is visible as it drives past Laquan

Two officers then exit that vehicle with their guns drawn

At that point, Laquan begins to look away from the officers

At a southwest angle toward the sidewalk

When Laquan is about twelve to fifteen feet away from the officers

The width of an entire lane of the southbound traffic

One officer begins shooting

Laquan immediately spins to the ground

And the video clearly shows

That the officer continues to shoot Laquan, multiple times

As he lays in the street

16 seconds pass from the time Laquan hits the ground

Until the last visible puff of smoke rises from his torso area

An officer then approaches Laquan

Stands over him and appears to shout something

As he kicks the knife out of his hand