Vic Mensa – 16 Shots Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Ready for the war we got our boots strapped
100 deep on Stage 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 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 its cause he black
Shot em 16 times, how f**ked 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 ni**as 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 sh*t ignorant
Ni**a, hair trigger
Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
When I c**k back, police better run

(Chorus)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f**k 12
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f**k 12
16 shots
And we bucking back
16 shots
16 shots
And we bucking back
16 shots

(Verse 2)
They threw a little girl down on the pavement
Pushed her off the bike and said, Stay out the way, bi**h
She was bleeding on the ground through her braces
This is what happens when ni**as don’t stay in their places
The mayor ducking 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 killing kids and staying out of jail
But Bobby Shmurda can’t even catch bail
So it’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Now I got everybody yelling out, f**k 12

(Repeat Chorus)

(Refrain)
There’s a war on drugs, but the drugs keep winning
There’s a war on guns, but the guns keep ringing

(Verse 3)
Me and Lord got a clip with an extendo
And we rolling with it, hanging out the window
We on 16th riding by the police station
We might make a pork rind out of pig, bro
Somebody tell these mothaf**kas keep they hands off me
I ain’t a mothaf**king 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
F**k a black cop too, that’s the same fight
You got a badge, bi**h, 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

(Repeat Chorus & Refrain)

(Bridge)
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer
Mu murderer, murderer

(Outro – Jeffrey Holland)
The video shows Laquan walking southbound down the middle of Pulaksi, which is a four lane street in Chicago, two lanes going northbound, two lanes going southbound. There are squad cars visible in front of him and also squadcars behind him. The dash cam video is from one of the responding units which was trailing Laquan approximately 20 to 25 feet behind him. The shooter’s squad car is visible as it drives past Laquan and parks in the middle of Pulaski behind another squad car. Two officers then exit that vehicle with their guns draw. At that point, Laquan begins to walk away from the officers on a southwest angle towards the sidewalk. What 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 then 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