M.I.A.: Pull up the people

Pull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the poor,pull up the poorSlang tangThat's the M.I.A. tangI've got the bombs to make you blowI got the beats to make it bang(X 2)Yeah,we got God and me got youEvery day thinking bout how we get throughEverything i own is on I.O.U.But i'm here to bringing youSometing newYou no like the people,they no like youThen they go and set it offWith a big BoomEvery gun in a battle is aSon and daughter tooSo why you wanna talk aboutWho done who?Why you wanna talk aboutSlang tangThat's the M.I.A. tangI've got the bombs to make you blowI got the beats to make it bang(X 2)Pull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the people,pull up the poorPull up the poor,pull up the poorI'm a fighter,fighter GodI'm a soldier on that roadI'm a fighter,a nice nice fighterI'm a soldier on that roadbring me the reaperBring me the lawyerIm a fighter,i'll take em onYou treat me like a killerI ain't hate ya.I'm a soldier on that roadI'm a fighter,fighter GodI'm a soldier on that roadI'm a fighter,a nice nice fighterSlang tangThat's the M.I.A. tangI've got the bombs to make you blowI got the beats to make it bang bang bangSlang tangThat's the M.I.A. tangI've got the bombs to make you blowI got the beats to make itSlang tangThat's the M.I.A. tangI've got the bombs to make you blowI got the beats to make it bang bang bangSlang tangThat's the M.I.A. tangI've got the bombs to make you blowI got the beats to make it bang