My rule is ... first kick, then talk, and then meet

I can meet anyone, anytime, anywhere ... whenever I want to

I will give you such a death ... which is not written in any books of law ... and neither would have ever been imagined by anyone guilty

Just like my bullet, my tongue also ... talks straight to my enemies

I don't steal color from the eyes ... I steal the eyes themselves

Neither the sharpness of a sword, nor the rain of bullets ... the only thing that scares me, is the might of God

She is red chilly, spicy spicy ... touch it and it will burn the hand ... eat it and it will burn the mouth ... love it and it will burn the heart

This commando is very dangerous ... he is your father

A Marathi man either dies or kills

If it ain't heavy ... then that enmity is not great

My rule is ... first meet, then talk, and then if needed kick

I will kill you in such a way ... that for the next 7 lives your sinful soul, will shiver before entering another body

Which law, what law ... this law has become a mistress of a few criminals

A person who does his job for Rs.1500 ... one day will make you wear a shroud of Rs.150

A real policeman either dies ... or he gets suspended

Delhi has a mouth and hence it keeps on talking ... we have to do this, this should be done, we have to show that ... Delhi is simply a good word to make your heart feel satisfied