[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**ed 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 n***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** ignorant n***a, hair trigger Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun When I co*k back, police better run [Hook] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f** 12 16 shots And we buckin' back 16 shots 16 shots And we buckin' 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, b**h" She was bleedin' on the ground through her braces This is what happens when n***as 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 k**in' 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, "f** 12" [Hook] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f** 12 16 shots And we buckin' back 16 shots 16 shots And we buckin' back 16 shots [Refrain] There's a war on d**, but the d** keep winnin' There's a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin' [Verse 3] 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 mothaf**as keep they hands off me I ain't a mothaf**in' 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** a black cop too, that's the same fight You got a badge, b**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 [Hook] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, f** 12 16 shots And we buckin' back 16 shots 16 shots And we buckin' back 16 shots [Refrain] There's a war on d**, but the d** keep winnin' There's a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin' Singin' [Bridge] 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 [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 pa** 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