Mr. Biggs

Mr. Biggs - Busted lyrics

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(talking) 

Um uh 

yeah, bring yo ass over here 

I got something for you 



[First Verse:] 

Mr. Biggs: Busted, It's two a damn o'clock in the morning 

where you been 

JS: Baby, didn't you get my two way I was with my girlfriend 

Mr. Biggs: You a lie, I called Keisha and Tonya and they were both at home 

JS: But I didn't say them though 

Mr. Biggs: But they the only friends I know, girl you better 

JS: Wait, before you get all upset here's the truth 

Mr. Biggs: Talk to me 

JS: I was with my girl when she got some bad news 

Mr. Biggs: And 

JS: Her man cheated, had her upset and confused 

Mr. Biggs: Baby, what's that got to do with you coming in at two 

JS: I'm telling you, now she was so upset she asked me to stay with her 

Mr. Biggs: Well why yo ass didn't just pick up the phone and call me 

JS: I was gonna do that but I slipped my mind, I'm sorry, but I'm telling you the truth 

Mr. Biggs: Yeah well I got something for you, tell me 

Whats her name? 

JS: Sharon 

Mr. Biggs: Where does she leave? 

JS: Huh 

Mr. Biggs: Her mans name 

JS: Billy 

Mr. Biggs: She got kids 

JS: I think one or two 

Mr. Biggs: She got kids 

JS: Baby yes no 

Mr. Biggs: There's one thing I gotta know, 

How the hell is she your friend, if you don't know if she got kids 



[Chorus:] 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs 

R.Kelly: Busted 

Mr. Biggs: Pack yo bags 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: While you at it 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: Call a cab 

R.Kelly: Cuz you Busted 

Mr. Biggs: It's obvious 

R. Kelly: Busted 

Mr. Biggs: Your playing around 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs and get yo shit, 

and get the fuck up out of here now 



[Second Verse:] 

JS: Frank please hear me out 

Mr.Biggs: Ain't nothing to talk about 

JS: I can explain everything 

Mr. Biggs: Right now I want you out this house 

JS: Baby please one more chance, let me tell you were I've been 

Mr. Biggs: Well, quit wasting my time, and say what's on your mind 

JS: Mind, Me and some girlfriends, we went dancing 

Mr. Biggs: Who? 

JS: Me, Shanequa, Shaquan, and Robin 

Mr. Biggs: Well if ya'll were going shopping, 

why you didn't just check in 

JS: I was, but then I thought that my cellu 

1130 

lar was off 

Mr. Biggs: Now earlier, (hum) you said dancing (yeah), 

but when I just asked, (huh) you said shopping (umm), 

tell me which one( huh) you where doing 

JS: Oh, baby I must be confused 

Mr. Biggs: Yeah right you real confused, 

Tell me where you been? 

JS: Dancing 

Mr. Biggs: Dancing where? 

JS: Huh 

Mr. Biggs: The name of the club 

JS: Kisses 

Mr. Biggs: What time it is? 

JS: I think one or two 

Mr. Biggs: What time it end? 

JS: Three, four 

Mr. Biggs: Here's one thing I gotta know, 

At first you say dancing, but know you say shopping, girl 



[Chorus:] 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs 

R.Kelly: Busted 

Mr. Biggs: Pack yo bags 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: While you at it 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: Call a cab 

R.Kelly: Cuz you Busted 

Mr. Biggs: It's obvious 

R. Kelly: Busted 

Mr. Biggs: Your playing around 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs and get yo shit, 

and get the fuck up out of here now 



[Third Verse:] 

JS: Baby I'm victim of circumstances, (wooww) 

why you don't believe me I don't understand it 

Mr. Biggs: Trying to slick a can of oil, who you think you fooling, 

now get on out my face, (Baby) for a catch another case 

JS: Wait 



[Chorus:] 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs 

R.Kelly: Busted 

Mr. Biggs: Pack yo bags 

JS: But I don't wanna 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: While you at it 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: Call a cab 

JS: A cab for what 

R.Kelly: Cuz you Busted 

Mr. Biggs: It's obvious 

R. Kelly: Busted 

Mr. Biggs: Your playing around 

JS: No I'm not 

R.Kelly: Cuz you busted 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs and get yo shit, 

JS: No 

and get the fuck up out of here now 

JS: No, I'm innocent, innocent, innocent, I'm innocent 

Mr. Biggs: No, your guilty, your guilty, your guilty, your guilty 

JS: Ohh, now wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute 

Mr. Biggs: Go up stairs and get yo shit, 

and get the fuck up out of here now 

JS: Tell me, where am I suppose to go from here 

Mr. Biggs: Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
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