Aye side hero ... beech mein nahi bolneka, samjha

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

Hum ladta nahi, ladwata hai ... hum karta nahi, karwata hai ... hum maarta nahi, marwata hai

I don't fight, I make others fight ... I don't do things, I make others do ... I don't kill, I get others killed

Gundagiri ko khatam karne ke liye ... mujhe gunda banna padega

To end rowdyism ... I'll have to become a rowdy

Aye chal aye Preity ... Zinta ho ja yahan se chal

Hey you pretty ... get lost from here

Tu bach ke rahiyo phakkad Kakkar!

Watch out you loser Kakkar!

Hum bheed ke samne nahi khade hote hai ... bheed hamare samne khadi hoti hai

I don't stand in front of crowds ... crowds stand in front of me

Mohabbat ki mandi mein risk hi risk ... toh bhaiya kar liya humne bhi direct ishq

In the market of love there is a lot of risk ... so brother, even I went for direct love

(Aaise bina saboot ke police kya kar sakti hai?) ... Ghulam Ali ki CD teri jeb mein daalke na ISI ka agent bana sakti hai police ... tumhari photo beauty parlour ke samne kheenchke laundiyon ka dalla bana sakti hai police ... Johnson baby powder aave hai, uski pudiya teri jeb mein daalke na drug ka smuggler bana sakti hai police ... aur toh aur teri shakal police waale se sketch karvake Osama Bin Laden se mila sakti hai police

(What can police do without any evidence?) ... The police can put a CD of Ghulam Ali in your pocket and make you into an ISI ( Inter-Services Intelligence) agent ... the police can take your photo in front of a beauty parlour and can make you into a pimp of girls ... the police can put a packet of Johnson baby powder in your pocket and can make you into a drug smuggler ... and above all the police can have a policeman draw your sketch and match to that of Osama Bin Laden

Jab tak is jag mein paap ka raj hai ... tab tak Jagraj hai

Till the time sin rules this world ... till then Jagraj will exist

Hisaab kitaab ke tarazu ke dono palhalde agar barabar nahi hue na ... toh main apna ek account kholta hoon ... aur uska naam hai dhulai account

If both the beams on the balance of accounts are not equal ... then I'll open my account ... and the name of that is called the account of thrashing

Mera kadh bhale hi paanch foot ka hai ... lekin meri zubaan dus foot ki hai aur haath bees foot ka

Even though my height is 5 feet ... but my tongue is 10 feet long and my hands are 20 feet long

Humse dushmani modh lekar tumne zehareelay bichhoo ka dank apne shareer mein gaadh liya hai ... aur bichhoo ke dank se aadmi marta nahi hai ... zindagi bhar tadapta aur sisakta rehta hai ... tum bhi jab tak jeeoge tadapte aur sisakte hi rahoge

By making me your enemy you have buried the bite of a poisonous scorpion in your body ... and a person doesn't die from the bite of a scorpion ... he just wriggles and flounders for his entire life ... and even you will wriggle and flounder until you are alive

Yeh shehar bhale hi chain ki neend soye ... par aaj ke baad tu kabhi chain ki neend nahi soyega

Even if this city sleeps peacefully ... but from today you will never sleep peacefully

Agar police ke paas jaakar shaanpatti karne ki koshish ki ... toh kaan ke neeche capsule laga doonga

If you go to the police and try to act smart ... then I'll put a gun below your ears

Tujhe kanoon ne taqat, vardi ne jurrat aur tere garam khoon ne itni himmat di ... ki tu Gawda par haath utha behta?

The law has given you so much strength, the uniform has given you so much audacity and your hot blood has given you so much courage ... that you are raising your hand on Gawda?

Abhe ujade bazaar ki bhujti hui agarbatti

Hey you blown off incense sticks of a destroyed market

Aakha duniya ghum sakta hai boss ... lekin apun ka zabaan ghumega nahi

The whole world can spin ... but my tongue won't spin

Agar tune un policewaalo ka koi game nahi kiya ... toh main teri puri nasal ka game kar daloonga

If you don't kill those policemen ... then I will kill your entire generation

Pehle tere maathe par hai maut ka sehra sajne waala ... phir meri gundagardi ka hai dunka bajne waala

First death will decorate on your forehead ... then the drums of my rowdyism will be played

Har aashiq mein ek villain hai

There's a villain in every lover