Lyrics:

There he goes running down the street
He's moving and panting, and stomping his feet
He's hoping and trying to lose the law
He's almost away, but there is a flaw

He hit a dead end, and there is no way out
But it seems as if he has no doubt
Look at that hole in the wall to his right
He's punching the bricks out with all of his might
He's making his way through little-by-little
One minute more, and he'll get to the middle
He gets to the other side, and sees it
His big black car with his driver in it
The cops are gaining with each passing moment
It's making him nervous, but he'll never show it
He's too rough for anyone
He's the Seventh Street gangster

He looks in the mirror and pulls out his gun
He cocks it and aims it ready for fun
Got a big problem, his bullets are gone
But even worse, his driver named Don
Passed out on the floor of the car
With him down there, they won't go far
The only solution is under his seat
He pushes the button, the ground leaves his feet
Once again, the Seventh Street gangster has won
Why do people challenge him when they know what will be done?
He's never lost, and I doubt he ever will
A word of warning to you all, don't mess with the SSG