Main aapse itne pyar se baat kar raha hoon ... aur 2nd class compartment ke 3rd class passenger ki tarah baat kar rahi hai

I am talking to you with such respect ... and you are talking like a 3rd class passenger in a 2nd class compartment

Mumbai kisi ke baap ka nahi hai ... Mumbai police ka hai

Mumbai doesn't belong to anyone's father ... it belongs to the Mumbai police

Credit ka kya hai na, oxygen cylinder ki tarah hota hai ... jisse zaroorat hai, us hi ko milna chahiye

Credit is just like an oxygen cylinder ... the one who needs it, should get it

Main tujhe apni har saans se noch-noch ke nikalunga ... taaki mere andar tere liye sirf nafrat reh jaye

I will tear you out piece by piece from every breath of mine ... so that all that remains inside me for you is hatred

Kisi ko maarna itna aasaan nahi hota ... ek baar woh lakeer paar ho gayi aur zubaan pe khoon ka chaska chipka ... andar hamesha ke liye ek haiwaan pehda ho jaata hai ... kabhi jaata hi nahi

Killing someone isn't that easy ... once that line is crossed and the taste of blood sticks to your tongue ... then a beast is born inside of you forever ... and it never truly leaves

Ustra se panga nahi lene ka ... shareer se atma kaatke le jaata hai

Don't mess with a razor ... it slices the soul right out of the body