Ready for the world, we got our boots strapped A hundred deep on State Street where the troops at The mayor lying sayin' didn't see the video footage And everybody wanna 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 firstborn son stole from her He never had a chance and we all know it's cuz he black Shot him 16 times, how *** up is that? Now the police superintendent wanna double back Cops speeding up to the block like a running bag 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 stained I just made me a mill and still militant This ain't conscious rap, this *** ignorant Nigga hair trigger ain't no fun When the rabbit got the gun When I cop back, police better run 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, *** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, *** 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 a bike and said, stay out the way, bitch She was bleeding on the ground through her braces This what happen when niggas don't stay in they places The mayor dumping weight, he fired the superintendent But resignation come with bonuses and recognition So we gon' break into 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 *** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, *** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, *** 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 rollin' in There's a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin' Me and Lorde 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 a pig, bro Somebody tell these mother***ers keep their hands off me I ain't a mother***in' slave, keep your chains off me You better hope this 9mm jam on me or get blown I hope you got your body cam turned on *** a black cop too, that's the same fight You got a badge, bitch, but you still ain't white This for Laquan on site, when you see Van Dyke Tell him I don't bring a knife to a gun fight 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, *** 12 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, *** 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 ringin' There's a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin' Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh 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