Trouble 2

Donovan: Yo, remember us? I thought you would. Cos once you've experienced da pain, you never forget. Know wat I mean? So yo, Jiggy Fly...

Grant: Yo...

Donovan: It might disturb you to know dat we went and got all bigger and whatnot. Back in da day, we relied on our wily guile and street smarts to run our posse. But now, thanks to lotsa Enfamil and Fruit Wheels, 'ol Jiggy Fly and Heavy D can get up in your grill wit' some beef...



Donovan: An' you might think dat Jiggy is all quiet and whatnot, but trust me when I say y'all don't want to mess wit' him...

Grant: Cos I WILL mess you up.

Donovan: Easy, Jiggy. You can't be gettin' in no tussle, what wit' your parole and all...

Grant: I'm cool, Dawg. I'm cool.

Donovan: We're here to talk at all you punks who think takin' our toys or blockin' us from the Thomas stuff is a'ight. Well, it ain't a'ight. In fact, all dat's gonna end. Right now.

Grant: Dat's right.

Donovan: Cos we ain't gonna take much more, know what I'm sayin? Might seem all cool to take a truck out of our hands when we ain't spectin' it, but it ain't. And if you're thinkin' we can't do nuthin' 'bout it, take a look at what happened to the last dude who thought he could get away wit' it.

Grant: Lemme mess 'em up, Heavy D. Jus' once...

Donovan: Easy, Jiggy. Easy...