16 Shots - Victor Kwesi Mensah

Ready for the war we got our boots strapped

100 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 16 times, how fucked up is that?

Now the police superintendent wanna double back

Cops speeding up to the block like a runnin' 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

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

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 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»

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

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' 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

9, 10, 11, fuck 12

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'

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 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