Aap mantri hai ... thik se rahoge toh salute karoonga ... thik se nahi rahoge toh shoot kar doonga

Aurat ki sehan-shakti dharti ki tarah hoti hai ... joh har zulm seh leti hai, magar jab uske khroad ka jwalamukhi phatta hai ... toh woh sabko tabah kar deti hai

I keel dead peepal!

Aye wallet, aye bullet ... you choose

Meri goli se bachne ke liye tujhe baar-baar khushkismat hona padega ... aur mujhe sirf ek baar

Pehle pardon mein chupa karta tha ... ab mardon mein ... bahut jald kabr mein chupega tu ... bacha sakta hai tu khudko toh bachale

Brother to my left, brother to my right ... together we stand, together we fight

Hum pehle mulaqat karte hai ... phir pyar ki barsaat karte hai, phoolon ki barsaat karte hai ... uske baad hum mukka laat karte hai

Haath mein pistol lekar joh jeete hai ... unka anth pistol hi likhti hai

Goli maar maarke ek ek aadmi ki laash ko sadak pe us tarah phekenge ... jaise juari jua khelte table pe taash ke patte phekta hai

Agar mere maa baap ko kuch hua na ... kaat daloonga

Aainda aaisi harkat ki ... toh deshwasi se narakwasi bana denge tane

Silver Mani light matters mein comedy karte hai ... serious matters mein murder

Yeh bandook, tu nishana ... yeh goli, tera seena

Main teri maut apni mutthi mein laya hoon

Jisne bhi mooh dikhane ki jurrat ki ... uski mulaqat maut se hogi

Kyun Gandhiji ke desh mein hinsa karwata hai?

Intezaar kar aur dekh, maut jab dheere dheere aati hai ... toh kitni khaufnak hoti hai

Hamari tarakki ke raaste mein joh bhi aayega uski zubaan band karni hogi ... rupaiyon se nahin toh goli se

Maarne waale sun, tu kuch gadi ka mehmaan hai ... teri hi hukumat mein, tujhse jung ka elaan hai