I smell the bad odor of bastardy from your talks ... now your death is sure from my hands

If something happens to her ... then your postmortem is definite

In jail it is ok to fight, die and kill ... but it is not ok to open your mouth

Don't cheat on this land ... otherwise this land will rip apart, erupt fire balls ... and it will turn you into ashes

If a hands stays open palm then it turns goons and devils into devotees ... and if a hand turns into a closed fist then even devils get scared and surrender

People don't leave Don ... they leave the world

If you get a chance then fire the bullet, don't think ... because I won't think

You have disobeyed the law so much that ... today even God can't save you

Now eat a bullet

Turn your hands into a weapon ... turn your breaths into storms ... our blood is our great army

If they go away ... then they will not return as humans, but as gunpowder

Catching Don is not only hard ... it's impossible

I love fashion, fun and gun

Cut him into pieces and distribute them into the whole village

Just like on every bite of food, the name of the person who will eat it is written ... just like that there is a bullet on which your name is written ... and that bullet is in my gun

Pull the trigger ... don't pull the matter ... if it gets pulled then I will give you a lot of suffering

One by one I will choose and kill ... I will choose and kill

You bloody dog ... i will drink your blood

(Don't smoke, it's killing you) - The bullets couldn't kill me ... this cigarette is nothing in front of it

There is a warning on the cigarette packet, that the person smoking it is hugging death ... but I'm different ... I kill directly and never give a warning