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Itihaas badalne waale ka naam, kabhi itihaas mein nahin hota hai
One who changes history, you won't find their name in history
Kasam khakar aagaya hai inteqam ka yeh angaraa ... bajaonga aaj teri maut ka nakaraa
The fire of revenge has taken a vow ... to play the drums of your death today
Main gareebo ke liye hero hoon ... aur tum jaise logon ke liye villain ... naam hai mera Shankar, hoon main Gunda No.1
I am a hero for the poor ... and a villain for people like you ... my name is Shankar and I am Goon No.1
Mera naam hai Chutiya ... aachoon aachoon ki khadi karta hoon main khatiya
My name is Chutiya ... I straighten the cot of very smart people
Zyada badbad karke, apni zindagi mein maut ki gadbad mat kar
Don't talk to much rubbish, and disorder the death in your life
Main un logo ki gundagiri ko maut ki woh vardi pehnaonga ... jise kafan kehte hai, kafan
I'll make their rowdyism wear a uniform of death ... which is called shroud, shroud
Mera naam hai Bulla ... rakhta hoon khulla
My name is Bulla ... I keep it open
Marne ke baad bhi unki botiyan ... dard se tadapti rahengi
Even after dying their body chops ... will wriggle with pain
Main hoon jurm se nafrat karne waala ... sharifon ke liye jyoti, gundon ke liye jwala
I am someone who hates crime ... light for the noble, flames for the goons
Tujhe banakar maut ke mooh ka nivala ... tere seene mein gaad doonga main maut ka bhala
After I make you into morsel for death ... I will pierce the spear of death in your chest
Bheegi hui cigarette kabhi jalegi nahin ... aur yeh tay hain ki ... teri maut ki tarikh kabhi talegi nahin
A wet cigarette will not light ... and it is definite that ... your date of death will not get delayed
Hum janwaron ka nahin ... insaanon ka shikaar karte hai
I don't hunt animals ... I hunt humans
Hamare samne tumhari wahi aukaad hai ... joh kainchi ke samne kapde ki hoti hai
Your status in front of us is the same ... as the status of cloth in front of scissors
Gundagiri aur netagiri dono ek hi baap ki do harami aulad hai
Rowdyism and politics both are bastards from the same father
Tere andhar aag bhar degi yeh goli ... phir tu phaad dega uski choli
This pill will build fire within you ... then you will tear her bodice
Mera naam hai Ibu Hatela ... maa meri chudail ki beti, baap mera shaitan ka chela ... khayega kela?
My name is Ibu Hatela ... my mother is a daughter of a bitch, my father is a servant of satan ... want to eat a banana?
Dholak toh hijre bajate hain ... aur jab mard bajane par aata hai ... toh dunka bajata hai
Tabor is played by eunuchs ... when a man comes to play ... he plays the drums
Roti hoti hai khane ke liye ... aur boti hoti hai chabane ke liye
Bread is there to be eaten ... and chop is there to be chewed
Supari ka sauda noton se nahin ... laashon se hoga
The deal for killing will not be done with money ... it will be done with dead bodies
Mera naam hai Lambu Aata ... saale ko doonga maut ka chaata
My name is Lambu Aata ... I will give him the slap of death
Mera naam hai Pote ... joh apne baap ke bhi nahi hote
My name is Pote ... and not even my father trusts me
Khada kar diya hai mera ... gusse se ek ek baal khada kar diya hai
You have made mine stand ... with anger you have made each one of my hair stand
Lashein is tarah se tapkengi ... jaise nanne munne bachche ki noni se pishaab tapakta hai ... tap tap
Dead bodies will fall just like ... pee drips from a baby boys penis ... tip tip
Jab yeh kapda kafan bankar kisi ko lipat jata hai na ... tab usse dafan hona hi parta hai
When this cloth wraps around someone as a shroud ... then that person has to be buried
Jis tarah train ke aane par station kaapne lagta hain na ... ussi tarah mere khauf ka bhukaar, tum sab ko kaapne par majboor kar dega
The way a station shivers when a train arrives ... just like that the fear of my fever, will force you all to shiver
Gundagiri ko khatam karne ke liye ... mujhe gunda banna padega
To end rowdyism ... I'll have to become a rowdy
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
Face Sonali, taange Raveena aur aankhen Karishma
Her face is like Sonali, legs are like Raveena and eyes are like Karishma
Badshah ki behen ho ya fakir ki beti ... ek na ek din aati hai mard ke neeche bajane ke liye seeti
Whether it is the sister of a king or the daughter of a beggar ... there comes a day when she comes to a man to blow the whistle
Desh ke dushman tera hoga mooh kaala ... aaj Bulla ka janaza hai uthne waala
The enemy of the country your face will be made black ... because today Bulla's funeral will be taken out
Jal gaya hai badan teri behen ka ... kar bandobast ab Lambu Aata ke kafan ka
Your sister's body has been burnt ... now make preparations for the shroud of Lambu Aata
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