Pull Up the People

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor
Slang tang
Thats the M.I.A. thang
Ive got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang[X2]
Yeah,me got God and me got you
Every day thinking bout how me get through
Everything i own is on I.O.U.
But im here to bringing you
Someting new
You no like the people,they no like you
Then they go and set it off
With a big Boom
Every gun in a battle is a
Son and daughter too
why you wanna talk about
Who done who?
Why you wanna talk about
Slang tang
Thats the M.I.A. tang
Ive got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang[X2]
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor , pull up the poor
Im a fighter, fighter God
Im a soldier on that road
Im a fighter, a nice nice fighter
Im a soldier on that road
You can bring me the reaper
Bring me the lawyer
Im a fighter, ill take em on
You treat me like a killer
I aint hate ya.
Im a soldier on that road
Im a fighter, fighter God
Im a soldier on that road
Im a fighter, a nice nice fighter
Im a soldier on that road
Slang tang
Thats the M.I.A. thang
Ive got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang bang bang
Slang tang
Thats the M.I.A. thang
Ive got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it
Slang tang
Thats the M.I.A. thang
Ive got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang bang bang
Slang tang
Thats the M.I.A. thang
Ive got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang