[Verse One] [Blueprint]

Oh you hard now?

Get out my face

Real thugs don't gang banger in cyber space

Real gang bangers throw up gang signs

You a fake thug, you throwin' up websites

You make me wanna push the delete button

When I see you on the internet straight e-thuggin'

Usin' them mode and cons to give people mean mugs

You sensitive e-thugs, you all need e-hugs

You so confrontational

When you typin'

But would a gangster really write it?

Or would he be to busy runnin' from the law

To spend that kind of time on chat rooms and message boards

I got people who do what you talk about it

And not a single one got an e-mail account

Most of 'em been in jail doin' real time

When they was on lock down

You was on-line

Usin' fake photos to your advantage

Tellin' lies to meet fat girls on Blackplanet

You want us to think you're tougher than you are

You ain't hard

You downloadin' avatars

To make it worse you get a new one every week

The more I think about it, you GOTTA be a geek

I don't even know why we put this record out

When we probably should have sent it to your e-mail account

[Verse Two] [Manifest]

You sent a kite to my in-box askin' what you in fo'

A tech savy gangsta, the set you claim, Windows

An e-thug tough cause you type in all caps

Logged in all day and dare someone to respond back

Beefin' with texts

Yeah, you must be a scary dude

The font colors you use, nude peach and berry blue

This after you and your crew, hehe, I mean cyber buddies

You can't be hard when you Bill Gates understudy

You know the saying, "Real thugs do real things"

But post on a website, photo shop photos of your gang, no

We don't believe you, you need more e-ople

I know I keep talkin' and I'm gonna get an e-full

A message board maniac, a website warrior

You post so often, there ain't no ignorin' ya

You know you won't talk that internet shit in the streets

LOL around real thugs and get smashed in the teeth