(Mat piyo, it's killing you) - Bullets nahi maar payi ... yeh cigarette kya cheez hai

Apun ka fatka char sau chalis ka jhatka

Sach bolega ek baar maroonga ... jhoot bola toh iktaalis bar maroonga

Khuchal doonga, masal doonga, jala doonga, loota doonga ... rulaya mujhko kismat ne ... main duniya ko rula doonga

Police waale ko thokne ka anjaam pata hai kya hai? ... ikkis saal jail aur thukkai alag se ... aur ussi police waale ne agar tumhe thokka, toh promotion alag se aur bahaduri ka medal bhi

Aaisi maut maroonga is kamine ko ... ki bhagwan yeh punar janam waala system hi khatam kar dega

Meri zubaan se, mere haath zyada achcha bolte hai

Joh ek baar marta hai ... usse baar baar maarna nahi padta

Main tumhare accountant ka beta hoon ... aur yeh pitai tumhare account mein bahut dino se likhi thi

Utna hi maaro ... jitna ki khud bardaash kar sako

Jitna kaatna tha kaat diya ... ab kaatne ki baari meri

Agar koi bhi kuttagiri ki na ... toh mere bhai tujhe kutta bana ke chhodega

Tumhare aur mere beech sirf ek hi cheez ho sakti hai ... maaro ya marro

Yeh haath nahi ... phansi ka phanda hai

Badi badi fights mein aaisi choti choti maar toh lagti rehti hai

Saale mein itna muscle hai ki kisiko bhi masal sakta hai

Gandhi bola hinsa nahi karneka ... koi manaa? ... pistol dikhake bolta na, saale sab maan jaate

Hindustan se gaddari karne waalon ka raasta ... seedhe kabristan jaata hai

Apni line mein sab log gutter se nikalkar aate hai ... kuch log upar nikal jaate hai ... aur kuch log goli khakar vapas gattar mein gir jaate hai

Teri liye no chargesheet sirf D-final ... yani death final