Lyrics by: Larissa Springger. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the poorpull up the poor. Slang tang. That's the M.I.A. tang. I've got the bombs to make you blow. I got the beats to make it bang. (X 2). Yeahme got God and me got you. Every day thinking bout how me get through. Everything i own is on I.O.U.. But i'm here to bringing you. Someting new. You no like the peoplethey 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. So why you wanna talk about. Who done who?. Why you wanna talk about. Slang tang. That's the M.I.A. tang. I've got the bombs to make you blow. I got the beats to make it bang. (X 2). Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the peoplepull up the poor. Pull up the poorpull up the poor. I'm a fighterfighter God. I'm a soldier on that road. I'm a fightera nice nice fighter. I'm a soldier on that road. You can bring me the reaper. Bring me the lawyer. I’m a fighteri'll take em on. You treat me like a killer. I ain't hate ya.. I'm a fighterfighter God. I'm a soldier on that road. I'm a fightera nice nice fighter. I'm a soldier on that road. Slang tang. That's the M.I.A. tang. I've got the bombs to make you blow. I got the beats to make it bang bang bang. Slang tang. That's the M.I.A. tang. I've got the bombs to make you blow. I got the beats to make it. Slang tang. That's the M.I.A. tang. I've got the bombs to make you blow. I got the beats to make it bang bang bang. Slang tang. That's the M.I.A. tang. I've got the bombs to make you blow. I got the beats to make it bang