there he goes running down the street.
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he's moving and panting and stomping his feet.
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he's hoping and trying to lose the law.
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he's almost away but there is a flaw.
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he hit a dead end and there is no way out,
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but it seems as if he has no doubt.
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look at that hole in the wall to his right.
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he's punching the bricks out with all of his might.
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he's making his way through little by little.
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one minute more and he'll get to the middle.
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he gets to the other side and sees it,
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his big black car with his driver in it.
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the cops are gaining with each passing moment.
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it's making him nervous but he'll never show it.
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he's too rough for anyone...
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he's the 7th street gangster.
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he looks in the mirror and pulls out his gun,
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cocks it and aims it ready for fun.
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got a big problem, his bullets are gone.
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but even worse his driver named Don
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is passed out on the floor of the car.
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with him down there, they won't go far.
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the only solution is under his seat,
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he pushes the button - the ground leaves his feet.
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once again the 7th street gangster has won.
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why do people challenge him when they know what will be done?
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he's never lost and i doubt he ever will.
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a word of warning to you all - don't mess with the SSG
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Street Sweeper
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