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Let 'Em Know Video (MV)




Performed By: BlankOddest
Length: 2:31
Written by: Zander Allman




BlankOddest - Let 'Em Know Lyrics




To all the naysayers, the main slayers, the pussy players
Blank's here, so say your prayers
I see right through bitches and punk crews
You lose, better off to hit the snooze, huh
Catch your Z's, but you'll never catch me (Right)
Get deceased, if you try to get me (Right)
Known to always have a trick up my sleeve
.44's by my side, and weed when I breathe
Can't ya'll see, fake MC's
Will get ripped if left to me, pockets empty
Take your things, necklaces, and rings
Make you wanna sing, like sing bitch sing!
And if you bust a nine, you better bust one-one
'Cause it's not me if it comes gun to gun

Make 'em run, make 'em run
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Yea)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run, uh

I think what ya'll need
Is a true G comin' straight from the West, that's me
A mack with real grace in the place or the house
The topic the honeys always wanna talk about
Neva takin' shit, makin' momma proud
Makin' money rich, 'til I f*ckin' make it out
And if you talk it you better walk it, or I chalk it
Leave you on the concrete, yellow taped around
Make 'em run, make 'em run, make 'em run
Fee-fi-fo-fum, all ya'll look dumb
Crunch rookies like cookies, leave no crumb
Not done, I'm from
A place where if you're boof you better not come
So what's the outcome?

Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh, uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right, right)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run, uh

First to show, first to squeeze, last to leave
Ya'll gettin' sense of my steez?
'Fore we proceed, dumb rappers take heed
For the rest it's best to just let me lead
Number one: BlankO's head honcho
And that's all you need to know, you're free to go
Except for the man with the flow
Signed off one jam, and sounds a lil' slow
Likes to talk about shit he doesn't own
And I think ya'll just need to know
I rock clothes finer than designer, look behind ya
If you're wack, watch your back
You get me?
That's a one liner, in a jiffy
Ay Sidney, you with me? Biatch!

Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh, uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Sucker)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run

Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right, right)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Motherf*cker)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run (Biatch!)
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To all the naysayers, the main slayers, the pussy players
Blank's here, so say your prayers
I see right through bitches and punk crews
You lose, better off to hit the snooze, huh
Catch your Z's, but you'll never catch me (Right)
Get deceased, if you try to get me (Right)
Known to always have a trick up my sleeve
.44's by my side, and weed when I breathe
Can't ya'll see, fake MC's
Will get ripped if left to me, pockets empty
Take your things, necklaces, and rings
Make you wanna sing, like sing bitch sing!
And if you bust a nine, you better bust one-one
'Cause it's not me if it comes gun to gun

Make 'em run, make 'em run
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Yea)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run, uh

I think what ya'll need
Is a true G comin' straight from the West, that's me
A mack with real grace in the place or the house
The topic the honeys always wanna talk about
Neva takin' shit, makin' momma proud
Makin' money rich, 'til I f*ckin' make it out
And if you talk it you better walk it, or I chalk it
Leave you on the concrete, yellow taped around
Make 'em run, make 'em run, make 'em run
Fee-fi-fo-fum, all ya'll look dumb
Crunch rookies like cookies, leave no crumb
Not done, I'm from
A place where if you're boof you better not come
So what's the outcome?

Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh, uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right, right)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run, uh

First to show, first to squeeze, last to leave
Ya'll gettin' sense of my steez?
'Fore we proceed, dumb rappers take heed
For the rest it's best to just let me lead
Number one: BlankO's head honcho
And that's all you need to know, you're free to go
Except for the man with the flow
Signed off one jam, and sounds a lil' slow
Likes to talk about shit he doesn't own
And I think ya'll just need to know
I rock clothes finer than designer, look behind ya
If you're wack, watch your back
You get me?
That's a one liner, in a jiffy
Ay Sidney, you with me? Biatch!

Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Uh, uh)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Sucker)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run

Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Right, right)
Make 'em run, make 'em run (Motherf*cker)
Make 'em run, make those motherf*cker's run (Biatch!)
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Writer: Zander Allman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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