VIC MENSA - 16 Shots lyrics

Ready for the war we got, our boots strapped
One hundred deep on State Street
Where the troops at? The mayor lying
Saying he didn't see the video footage
And everybody want to know where the truth at
On the Southside
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 'em sixteen times
How fucked up is that?
Now, the police superintendent
Wanna double back
Cops speeding up to the block
Like a running back
Tension is high, man, these niggas is irate
You can see it in they eyes
They wanna violate screaming 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, nigga, hair trigger
Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
When I cock back, police better run

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots

They threw a little girl down on the pavement
Pushed her with the bike and
Said, "Stay out the way, bitch"
She was bleedin' on the
Ground through her braces
This is what happens when niggas
Don't stay in their places
The mayor duckin' 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' out of 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"

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen 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' with 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 mothafuckas keep
They hands off me
I ain't a mothafuckin' 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 got a 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 gunfight

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots there's a war on drugs
But the drugs keep winnin'
There's a war on guns
But the guns keep ringin' singin'

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

The video shows Laquan walking southbound
Down the middle of Pulaksi
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
12 to 15 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 hit's 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