Back in Black

Lyrics

[Intro: Nas] (Ah, ah, ah) Yeah, brand new Okay, yeah (Come on) [Verse 1: Nas] Back in black, I hit the sack I've been too long, I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose (From where?), from the noose That's kept me hanging about truth Lookin' at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die I've got nine lives, cat's eyes Usin' every one of them, running wild [Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas] 'Cause I'm back (I'm back, y'all) Yes I'm back (That's right, I'm back) Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back (Yeah, that's right) Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'm back in black (We back in black) Yes, I'm back in black [Interlude: Nas] Carlos, Nas, yeah We got a dope beat [Verse 2: Nas] Back in the back of a Cadillac Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack Yes, I'm in a bang, I'm with a gang They gotta catch me if they want me to hang 'Cause I'm back on the track, beat in the back Nobody's gonna get me on another rap So look at me now, just makin' my play Don't try to push your luck Just get out of my way [Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas] 'Cause I'm back (Yeah, yeah, get out of my way) Yes, I'm back (Uh, let 'em know) Well, I'm back (Carlos Santana) Yes, I'm back (Got Nas on the grammar, uh) Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'm back in black (We back in black) Yes, I'm back in black [Instrumental Break] [Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas] 'Cause I'm back (We back, y'all) Yes, I'm back (We back) Well, I'm back (Say what?) Yes, I'm back (Yeah, that's right) Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What are we?) Well, I'm back in black (We back in black) Yes, I'm back in black, oh [Instrumental Break] [Chorus: Robyn Troup, Nas] 'Cause I'm back (Back like I never left) Yes, I'm back (That's right, y'all) Well, I'm back (I'm back) Yes, I'm back (That's right, tell 'em) Well, I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (We are) Well, I'm back in black (I'm back in black) Yes, I'm back in black [Verse 3: Nas] I can't sit here and say nobody felt me turn Ghetto wealthy, earned every cent by myself See, that type of talk is bad, like a spoiled brat I'm making royal cash, making all you mad Give it all I have, still it take too much Ungrateful stuff, it's just too bad And I'm just too real, just too authentic I'm just too raw, too rhythmic Carlos on guitar, relentless Makes me visualize the clubs when they spin this So that's who I'ma ride wit', in any conflict That's not a threat, that's a promise [Outro: Nas, Robyn Troup] Yeah, we back, y'all (Yeah) We back, y'all (Yeah) Yeah, we back, y'all Nas, Carlos Santana