[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 bu*ton 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 sh** in the streets LOL around real thugs and get smashed in the teeth