Songtext zu '16 Shots' von Vic Mensa

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

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 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

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' 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

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'

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