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Minding his own business |
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Riding subway trains |
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Got ripped off twice |
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Ain't gonna happen again |
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Withdrew a hundred dollars |
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Bought himself a piece |
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Can't depend on anyone |
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He's his own police |
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Fourteenth Street station |
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This could be the night |
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December, he's heavily sweating |
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Collar feels too tight |
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Tired of being preyed upon |
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By the scum of the earth |
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Tonite he'll be the predator |
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Someone's gonna get hurt |
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Walked into an empty car |
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Found himself a seat |
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Five low lives waiting there |
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Waiting for fresh meat |
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One by one surrounded him |
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Trapped him by the door |
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Finger on the trigger |
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Got more than they asked for |
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A split second without thinking |
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Hot gun in his hand |
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Four shots of blood |
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Bernie gets his man |
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Now he stands trial |
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A criminal he's told |
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But he got the satisfaction |
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Of shooting his load |
