Ah *,
here we go again
I don't think about guns,
I'm loaded
I'm a bulletproof vest, I'm a bulletproof vest
I take death with me, I'm a tour guide
I climb on the heads of others,
I'm a cynic
The blood of our people is flowing from Pune to Muda
We are the gangsters of the hood,
we are the cynics
The blood of our people is flowing from Pune to Muda
We are the gangsters of the hood,
we are the cynics
The whole system is controlled by one call
Now we are on the same boat
We don't take the long route,
we don't make fun of the girls
Today,
I look like a gang,
a mafia bulletproof window tinted
We don't break hearts,
we break bones of the enemies
We never played tricks on our friends,
we never played tricks on our friends
The blood of our people is flowing from Pune to Muda
The blood of our people is flowing from Pune to Muda
It is 47 gun shots in our deep
Same