Yeh khilona nahi ... maut ka pehghaam hai

Bachpan se aaj tak maine kabhi Holi nahi kheli ... magar ab kheloonga khoon ki Holi

Tu is duniya mein first time aake itna nahi roya hoyenga ... jitna tu aaj is duniya se jaate time royenga

Tum dushmano ko taane marte ho ... main dushmano ko goli marta hoon

Jumme ki raat hai ... badle ki baat hai ... Allah bachaye tujhe mere vaar se

Jab main phodna shuru karoonga na ... toh iski koi guarantee nahi hai ki kya kya phutega

Banda jitna teda haunda hai na ... usko seedha karke maarne mein utna hi maaza aata hai

Tumhare aur maut ke beech ... meri pistol se nikli sirf ek goli ka faasla reh gaya hai

Time badal chuka hai ... aur desh bhi ... ab hum ghar mein ghuske maarte hai

Dhajjiyan udda do in firangiyon ki ... udda do dhajjiyan!

Pata nahin kis gali kis nukkad kis chaurahe par ... kis goli kis chaku par mera naam likha hai

Pehle toh kisi ko chhedo nahi ... aur koi tumko chhede toh usko chhodo nahi

Yahan main hi vaakil hoon, main hi judge hoon aur main hi jallad

Is mein sirf itni zindagi baki chhodna ... ki yeh apni maut apni aankhon se dekh sake

Pagal kutta aur awara haathi ... dono bandook ki goli ke liye hi banne hai

Yeh mera pasina nahi mera khoon hai joh pani bankar behta hai mere badan se

Tumhara baap Sahani kahan hai? ... bataoo warna goli chal gayi toh ... saara aata pata pooch kar wapas aa jayegi

Jab haath kaatne ka waqt aayega na ... toh tumko haath uthane ka mauka bhi nahi milega

Saath mein kaam karega ... yah marega?

Is duniya mein kisi bhi cheez ko haasil karne ke liye teen tarike ki power chahiye ... money power, political power, muscle power