M.I.A. - People lyrics

Pull up the people Pull up the poor Slang tang That's the that m.i.a. thing I got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you bang bang bang Yeah me got god, and me got you Everyday thinkin' bout how me get through Everything I own is on i.o.u. But I'm here bringing y'all something new You no like the people They no like you Then they go set it off with a big boom Every gun in a battle is a son and daughter too Why you want to talk about who done who? What you want to talk about? Slang tang That's the that m.i.a. thang I got the bombs to make you blow I got th ebeats to make you bang bang bang Pull up the people, 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 Bring me the reaper Bring me a lawyer I'll fight I'll take em on You treat me like a k**er I ain't never hate ya I'm a soldier on that road 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