Kismat hai ki zinda bach gaye pyare ... na jaane dakuyon ne is jagah kitne jawaan maare

Aadmi ko maarne ke liye ek hi goli kaafi hoti hai ... agar woh goli sahi jagah pe lage

Tere saare khandaan ki maut ... mere haath ki lakeeron mein likhi hai

Main marne se nahi ... usse maare bina marne se darta hoon

Bhaagne ki koshish mat karna

Boss maal pakda gaya

Ghar aur gaon chin jaye, toh bachti hai sirf bihad ki god ... hal ko loha agar haathon se chin jaye, toh bachti hai sirf bandook

Mauka deta hai parmeshwar ... maut deta hai Rajeshwar

Nishana meri pistol ka hi nahi ... meri dimaag ki soch ka bhi bahut pakka hai

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

Jab jab is dharti par Kans ne janam liya hai ... uska sar kuchalne ke liye Krishna bhi pehda hota raha hai

Vardi ko khel aur kanoon ko rakhail samajhne waalon ko ... Jwala maarta nahi, maar deta hai

Film ho ya haqeeqat ... jab ladkiyo ko bachana hota hai ... toh hero hi aata hai

Aksar meri awaaz sunne se pehle ... log apne maut ki aahat sunte hai

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

Aap kanoon haath mein le nahi sakte ... aur apun ka haath duniya ka koi kanoon rok nahi sakta

I keel dead peepal!

Ek bakri hokar tune sher ki jabde mein haath daala hai

Ab mujhe khuda bhi nahin rok sakta

Aye wallet, aye bullet ... you choose