| Ready for the war we got our boots strapped
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| 100 deep on State Street, where the troops at?
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| The mayor lying saying he didn’t see the video footage
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| And everybody want to know where the truth at
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| On the Southside where it’s no trauma centers but the most trauma
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| A lot of cannons but you don’t want no drama
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| I can’t imagine if it was my own mama
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| Got her first born son stole from her
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| He never had a chance and we all know it’s cause he black
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| Shot 'em 16 times, how fucked up is that?
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| Now the police superintendent wanna double back
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| Cops speeding up to the block like a runnin' back
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| Tension is high, man these niggas is irate
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| You can see it in they eyes, they wanna violate
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| Screaming out «Oink oink! |
| Bang bang! |
| Gang gang! |
| Gang gang!
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| Murder murder!» |
| Murder they mind state
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| I just made me a mil' and still militant
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| This ain’t conscious rap, this shit ignorant, nigga, hair trigger
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| Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
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| When I cock back, police better run
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| 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
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| 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
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| 16 shots, and we buckin' back
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| 16 shots
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| 16 shots, and we buckin' back
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| 16 shots
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| They threw a little girl down on the pavement
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| Pushed her with the bike and said, «Stay out the way, bitch»
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| She was bleedin' on the ground through her braces
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| This is what happens when niggas don’t stay in their places
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| The mayor duckin' when he fired the superintendent
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| But resignation come with bonuses and recognition
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| So we gon' break in the stores on Magnificent Mile
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| And if we gotta go, let’s go to prison in style
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| Cops killin' kids and stayin' out of jail
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| But Bobby Shmurda can’t even catch bail
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| So it’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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| Now I got everybody yellin' out, «Fuck 12»
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| 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
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| 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
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| 16 shots, and we buckin' back
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| 16 shots
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| 16 shots, and we buckin' back
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| 16 shots
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| There’s a war on drugs, but the drugs keep winnin'
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| There’s a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin'
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| Me and Lord got a clip with an extendo
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| And we rollin' with it, hangin' out the window
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| We on 16th ridin' by the police station
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| We might make a pork rind out of pig, bro
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| Somebody tell these mothafuckas keep they hands off me
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| I ain’t a mothafuckin' slave, keep your chains off me
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| You better hope this 9 millimeter jam on me
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| Or get blown, I hope you got your body cam turnt on
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| Fuck a black cop too, that’s the same fight
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| You got a badge, bitch, but you still ain’t white
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| This for Laquan on sight, when you see Van Dyke
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| Tell him I don’t bring a knife to a gunfight
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| 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
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| 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
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| 16 shots, and we buckin' back
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| 16 shots
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| 16 shots, and we buckin' back
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| 16 shots
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| There’s a war on drugs, but the drugs keep winnin'
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| There’s a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin'
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| Singin'
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer
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| The video shows Laquan walking southbound down the middle of Pulaksi.
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| There are squad cars visible in front of him and also squad cars behind him.
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| The shooter’s squad car is visible as it drives past Laquan. |
| Two officers then
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| exit that vehicle with their guns drawn. |
| At that point, Laquan begins to look
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| away from the officers at a southwest angle toward the sidewalk.
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| When Laquan is about 12 to 15 feet away from the officers, the width of an
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| entire lane of the southbound traffic. |
| One officer begins shooting.
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| Laquan immediately spins to the ground, and the video clearly shows that the
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| officer continues to shoot Laquan, multiple times, as he lays in the street.
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| 16 seconds pass from the time Laquan hits the ground, until the last visible
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| puff of smoke rises from his torso area. |
| An officer then approaches Laquan,
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| stands over him and appears to shout something, as he kicks the knife out of
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| his hand |