[Intro]

Swifta Productions

[Chorus]

And it's B, put it with the dot

Put it with the M, I go A-L-O-N-E

If I gotta shoot, never with a friend

I've had a shipment coming to the ends

Tell 'em it's different, I don't need a pen

Everything straight from the top of the dome

Dig it up, aim it for the top of the head

Back of the head

And it's B, put it with the dot

Put it with the M-A, L-O-N-E

Wolf to the game and I might just erupt like Pompeii

I hear that they're looking for me

Well tell them they're looking the wrong way

You'll find me sitting in a factory talking profits, somebody say grace

[Verse]

I said me, I'm in a great space

King of the North, I set pace

If this was a game of chess, then you already know I checkmate

I don't make clothing for the mountains

I make my clothes for the estate

And watch when the trainers drop, fuck's sake somebody better say grace

I made them triple black for the brothers that are ready to become self-made

I wasn't rich when I was on the road but I swear down I was well paid

And when I heard you lot were making creps I had to say "Well played"

But just know that my creps will spin your trainers like a Beyblade

'Cah this one's a disgrace, tell them to watch this space

And when I get my clothes off the ship and into the shop it's a piss-take

And when you got Done His Dance taken off the internet

Let me just explain

Getting on the wrong side of B Malone has gotta be a mistake

I'm gonna leave this one here 'cause I spelled this one out

It's gonna blow like a hand grenade when I've pulled this pin out

I used to weigh .9 of a gram on the scales and put it [?]

And now I'm competing with North Face with a brand new jet black rig out

[Chorus]

And it's B, put it with the dot

Put it with the M, I go A-L-O-N-E

If I gotta shoot, never with a friend

I've had a shipment coming to the ends

Tell 'em it's different, I don't need a pen

Everything straight from the top of the dome

Dig it up, aim it for the top of the head

Back of the head

And it's B, put it with the dot

Put it with the M-A, L-O-N-E

Wolf to the game and I might just erupt like Pompeii

I hear that they're looking for me

Well tell them they're looking the wrong way

You'll find me sitting in a factory talking profits, somebody say grace

[Interlude]

Yo, Bugzy Malone see what

Man are sick of these big corporations

On some culture vulture shit

Think they can come into this fucking culture and use man

Try and pay man pennies and all that, start payin' man right

Like it's not man that makes this ting fashion in the first place

Trust me, it's a fucking B Malone ting

In JD, hang tight JD

Trust me, trust me, man

[Chorus]

And it's B, put it with the dot

Put it with the M, I go A-L-O-N-E

If I gotta shoot, never with a friend

I've had a shipment coming to the ends

Tell 'em it's different, I don't need a pen

Everything straight from the top of the dome

Dig it up, aim it for the top of the head

Back of the head

And it's B, put it with the dot

Put it with the M-A, L-O-N-E

Wolf to the game and I might just erupt like Pompeii

I hear that they're looking for me

Well tell them they're looking the wrong way

You'll find me sitting in a factory talking profits, somebody say grace