The question before the court is "What is to stop me?"

Well, Jack, I sympathize, but the big problem is that the guy will see you do it from inside the station and will come out and punch you.

Meanwhile, what's to keep you from opening your windows, turning your stereo on full blast and setting up a counterattack? Lambaste 'em with some Beethoven, maybe. If nothing else, it would complicate the simplistic sound of thug music.