Yeah, You wanna be the stickup man?

Gotta be a animal

There's rules to this shit

I wrote me a manual

A step by step booklet you need to get

Ten things to know before you go and hit a lick

Number One. A smart nigga always do his homework

Get up underneath him see what type of shit he on first

Check his resume see who all fuckin with him

Is he a goon or a smooth gettin money nigga

Step number two find out what he working with

He can't fill a order you know it ain't worth the lick

Cause that's the quickest way to find out if he worth robbin

You can tell a nigga homeless by what he chargin

Now use number three to touch up on a few things

Before you take him down you gotta pick up on his routine

Get on him the minute he walk up out that front doe

And follow his ass around all day like columbo

Before I get to number fo just let me rewind

Make sure you stay at least three to four cars behind

And do time you gone find out where his bitch live

Fifty fifty chance nigga keep it at his bitch crib

Step five now you got it all mapped out

Get your guys with them home invasions and they back rounds

Cause on the stain you gotta ho with the crew

Then got off in the crib they already know what to do (yeah)

Number six show time before you hit the lick

Send a auto boy to the burbs to go pull a whip

Oil them barrels down stuff them shells in the clip

Test them choppers in the alley make sure all them bitches spit

Step seven now you waitin to see the nigga

So have some patience never know it might a minute

That's the difference between pros and the amateurs

They get ancy playn and waitn the game ain't abandon ya

(yeah) step number eight keep something over ya face

And a set of gloves so you don't leave prints all on the safe

You know nowadays niggas ain't known to be gangstas

They quick to press charges on you for a home invasion

Now you gotta keep a cool here for number 9

Cause armed robberies can turn into a homicide

First you take him down after that you duct tape him

Cause niggas don't lie down for they fucking paper

Far as ten go, better not tell a soul

Just take yo cut and keep yo mutherfuckin mouth closed

You pull a talk witcho ho and she'll (??)

Stickup man and tell yo ass off with the doe