Saala khud marna hai toh marr na ... doosre ki kaiko vaat lagata hai

Tumhe maar nahi rahe hai, mukht kar rahe hai ... yeh shareer tyaag do aur phir naye body mein pravesh karo ... make a fresh start

Jis rang ki goli mujhe chhuke guzregi ... woh rang is desh se hamesha ke liye mitt jayega

Nateejon ki sochke faisle lena hamari fitrat nahi hai ... nateeje hamare faislo se badal jaaye karte hai

Abhi mera haath tere sar pe hai ... agar yeh haath utarkar gardan pe aa gaya na, toh tera maut ban jayega ... agar yeh haath gardan se aur neeche aa gaya na, toh na zindagi rahegi na maut

Aaj shyam ka suraj doobne se pehle agar mujhe paise nahi mile ... toh duniya ki bheed mein kal tum bhi kisi ko nahi miloge

Yeh Mumbai hai ... idhar raat ko alti ka palti aur palti ka alti ho sakta hai

Ab meri baat dhyan se sunle ... varna zindagi bhar kisi ki baat sunne ke layak nahin rahega

Mera naam hai Lambu Aata ... saale ko doonga maut ka chaata

Apna line mein aadmi weapon se nahi maara jaata hai ... information se maara jaata hai

Mere shareer mein chamdi kam ... taake zyada hai

Film business aur underworld business publicity pe chalta hai

Aaj ke baad Adaa jis gali se guzri ... agar us gali se tumhari soch bhi guzri na ... toh Mantralay ho ya sauchalay ... dono jagah khade hone ke layak nahi chhodunga

Jism se rooh alag karna business hai mera

Patthar ka jawab phool se doonga ... lekin phool uski arthi pe hoga

Free mein thodi na maarenge ... ek ek ka paisa mila hai

Yeh jail ki salakhein hum mein qaid kar sakti hai ... hamari badshahat ko nahi

Main mafia ka woh pedh hi jadh se ukhaadkar phek doonga ... jiske saaye ke neeche jurm nanga-naach naach raha hai

Chabuk banakar tudha maroongi na ... hosh aayega toh budha ho jayega

Ganda hai par dhanda hai ... aur gundo ko sabak sikhane yahi funda hai