Lyrics by: Larissa Springger

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

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)

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 i'm 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

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 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

I'm a fighter,fighter God

I'm a soldier on that road

I'm a fighter,a nice nice fighter

I'm a soldier on that road

You can bring me the reaper

Bring me the lawyer

I’m a fighter,i'll take em on

You treat me like a killer

I ain't hate ya.

I'm a fighter,fighter God

I'm a soldier on that road

I'm a fighter,a 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