Mard log haath se ladte hai ... chaku se nahi

Tune mere khoon ke cheente udhaye hai ... main teri dajjiyan udha doonga

Karate ho ke life ... dard se hi mard banta hai

Joh goli se jeeta hai ... woh goli se marta bhi hai

Mere raaste mein aane ki koshish mat karna, kadam kadam pe barood biccha hua hai ... chithre udh jayenge tumhare ... koi pehchaan nahi payega ke tumhare tudke hai ya ret ke zarre

Apni atmaraksha mein goli chalana ... hamara manav adhikaar hai, hamara loktantrik adhikaar hai

Hamla ... pehla vaar lakh molachi

Ab ek kaam kar, nikal ... varna itna maroonga ki tera dard khud marham se kahega ... ki khud thik hone ki meri halat nahi ... aur mujhe thik karne ki teri aukaat nahi

Gale lagakar peeth mein chhura bhaunke wale bahut hote hai ... lekin main aisa chhura bhaunkungi ki peeth ko cheerte huye samne se dil ko phaadkar niklega

Meri jaan tujhe mere haathon marna hai ... usko yaad karle jisse yaad karna hai

Pistol ke khel ka bas yahi toh mazaa hai ... jisne pehle chalayi uski jeet ... joh chuk gaya uski maut

Is duniya mein sirf do cheezein famous hai ... Bruce Lee ka karate aur Ashok Kumar ke parathe

Tum logon se baat-cheet karne ke liye hum mein lafzon ki nahi ... goliyon ki zubaan sikhayi jaati hai

Nabhe crore Hindustan ki janta ko tabah karne waalon ko tabah karne ke liye ... sirf ek Hindustani kafi hai

Jis shareer mein barso se nafrat aur inteqam ka barood sulagh raha hai ... usse choone ki bhi koshish mat karna ... cheetre udh jayenge tum sab logon ke

Tera kehar toh zehar bankar meri ragon mein daud raha hai ... jis din yeh lava phatega ... tera naam-o-nishaan tak mitta dega

Aadmi ke paas jis prakaar ka astra shastra ho ... ussi prakaar ka yudh ladna chahiye ... tabhi usko safalta milti hai

Mera muhafiz hai khuda, toh phir hai kaun joh mujhko utha sake ... teri kya aukaad hai, joh jahaan se mujhe mitta sake

Pakad ke aaisi jagah pe maroonga na ... saale khane ko kutte bhi nahi aayenge

Yeh dedh inch ka goli se main marne waala nahi ... mujhe maarne ke liye missile chalana hoga