Lyrics: Reble/Sahir Ludhianvi
Music: Shashwat Sachdev/Roshan
There's A Big Bad Gangster On The Loose,
Thick Skin, Cold Weather, Black Leather, Big News.
There Ain't Nothing That A Man Can Do,
So Bring In The War, We Blunt, We Pay Dues.
There's A Gangster, A Gangster,
Words He Don't Speak,
But A Danger Will Tame Ya.
Shit Where You Eat,
Little Bch, Say Your Prayers.
Call Him The Gangster,
Don't Slander The Stranger.
Oh Baby, You Know What I Want,
I Got The Trigger On The Gun.
You Gotta Move It How I Want It, Gotta.
I'd Rather Keep It To Myself,
I Got No Love To Understand.
I Got This Blood On My Hands,
So Baby, You Don't Understand.
You Gotta Move,
Baby, Give Me That Violence.
Gotta Move,
You Ain't One Of My Problems.
Gotta Move,
Baby, Give Me That Violence.
Gotta Move,
You Gotta Move, You Gotta.
I Don't Cut For The Emotion, Uh.
I Got Touch, But So Potent, Uh.
I Done Blood With The Ocean, Uh.
I Don't F**k With These Trojans, Uh.
Keep That Distance,
I'm On A Mission, Uh.
F**k Your Witness,
I'm About My Business.
I've Been Projecting Out
By My Patience, No Time And Wasting.
You Gotta Move,
Baby, Give Me That Violence.
Gotta Move,
If You Ain't One Of My Problems.
Baby, Move,
Naaz-O-Andaaz Se Kehte Hai
Ki Jeena Hoga
Zehar Bhi Dete Hai To Kehte Hai
Ki Peena Hoga
Naaz-O-Andaaz Se Kehte Hai
Ki Jeena.. Hoga
Zehar Bhi Dete Hai To Kehte Hai
Ki Peena.. Hoga
Jab Main Peeta Hoon To Kehte Hai
Ki Marta Bhi Nahin
Jab Main Marta Hoon To Kehte Hai
Ki Jeena.. Hoga
Ye Ishq Ishq Hai, Ishq-Ishq
Ye Ishq Ishq Hai, Ishq-Ishq
Ye Ishq Ishq Hai, Ishq
Wahshat-E-Dil
Rasan-O-Daar Se Roki Na Gayi
Kisi Khanjar,
Kisi Talwaar Se Roki Na Gayi
Ishq Majnu Ki Wo Aawaaz Hai
Jiske Aage, Koi Laila
Kisi Deewar Se Roki Na Gayi
Kyunki..?
Ye Ishq Ishq Hai, Ishq-Ishq
Ye Ishq Ishq Hai, Ishq-Ishq
Ye Ishq Ishq Hai, Ishq
Wo Hans Ke Agar Maange
To Hum Jaan Bhi De De
Wo Hans Ke Agar Maange
To Hum Jaan Bhi De De
Ye Jaan To Kya Cheez Hai
Imaan Bhi De De..
Oh Baby, You Know What I Want,
I Got The Trigger On The Gun.
You Gotta Move It How I Want It, Gotta.
I'd Rather Keep It To Myself,
I Got No Love To Understand.
I Got This Blood On My Hands,
So Baby, You Don't Understand.
You Gotta Move, Baby, Give Me That Violence.
Gotta Move, You Ain't One Of My Problems.
Gotta Move, Baby, Give Me That Violence.
Gotta Move, You Gotta Move, You Gotta.