The area of Sarang is like the cave of a tiger ... where you can see the footprints of people coming ... but you can't see the footprints of people leaving

I don't count money when it comes to recovery ... I count the number of drops of sweat on the person in front of me

Hey you crazy ... I will put my face in the phone and curse you so badly ... that the entire telephone exchange will be on fire

In this line our lifeline becomes very short

Hey you dubbing artist of a silent film

The squall of ruinous and the storm of destruction is called Chikara

One who kills a big man becomes an even bigger man

In my body there is less skin ... and more stitches

Keep it Brother ... it is free for you

The day this Sikh man goes crazy ... everyone will fear me

Fear is our business ... when we look into someone's eyes, then that person should accidentally pee

If you're not with me ... you're against me

The bars of the jail can lock me up ... but not my rulership

I'll fire so many bullets on your backside ... that even your kids will be born of brass

Hey you weak heartened pigeon ... you wicked person of a stable!

Before starting your business, collect my report from everyone whom you can reach ... and even if one person gives you the advice of opening your business in my area ... then I swear on my uniform that I'll myself come to cut the ribbon of your business

I will uproot and throw away the tree of mafia ... under the shadow of which crime is dancing naked

Hey you keep quiet ... or else I will curse you so bad that even the censor board will go crazy ... as to which ones to keep and which ones to eliminate

Hey you side hero ... don't talk in between, understand

Hey you, the last seed of a tomato