You may think that Christmas is the best time of the year
With scarlet bows and mistletoes you have nothing to fear
But, this here is a story and I’ll tell you how it goes
It’s about a boy named Rudolph and his Glock with a red nose
Christmas time he might run in your house
Christmas time he might just pop at your spouse
Rudolph he ain’t never had him a home, he grew up in the streets he had no other routes
So, every winter you can bet he was tripping
He ain’t never had a present for Christmas
Dolph had a homie named Dasher who liked to do home invasions and Rudolph was with it
So this how it go
They had a plan like they did this before
They taking all of the cash, the jewelry, the bags, the drip and the swag, but someone was still in the home
Rudolph heard steps and he shot without missing
His only thought was not leaving a witness
What he saw next stopped his heart in an instant
A 4-year-old lying dead in the kitchen
Now, Rudolph was wild
But, he ain’t never killed a child
Rudolph was sick to his stomach, but Dasher yelling “We gotta get out!”
Hopped into the car
80 on the dash
Bending all the corners, praying they don’t crash*
Pulled up to the spot
Mind racing fast
Rudolph still tripping
Dasher looking mad
He told him “Why you worried ‘bout the kid?
You did what you did, but it is what it is”
Rudolph responded “I ain’t even on it”
But, deep down inside he knew it was serious
That’s when Dasher grabbed the bag from the lick
Took out the money, the jewels, the clothes
He looked at Rudolph like “boy look at this, we gotta sell it then we getting on!”
Rudolph didn’t even care ’bout the money, but Rudolph was solid and did what he told
They got like 30 racks from the pawnshop after all they traded in the gold
But, that type of money make some people greedy
Turning they best friends into a foes
Dasher caught Rudolph when he wasn’t looking, he upped his pistol and then he let it blow
Now Dolph in the hospital
Mad as f#ck
“How my main homie set me up?
Dasher, we were cool since middle school, how you switching up for a couple bucks?”
Police walk in asking questions
‘Bout who shot him, but he didn’t say
Dolph ain’t a snitch, that just ain’t his way
He gon find Dasher he gon set him straight
Few months pass, Dolph still with the sh#ts
But, he walk with a limp cuz of metal in his hip
Met a girl named Vixen pretty, slim thick
Who Dash used to hit so she knows where he lives
That’s perfect
Dash better be nervous, cuz Rudolph been lurking
All black suburban with a drac in the trunk if he bust that then it’s curtains
Spinning for weeks and Rudolph ain’t seen nothing
Probably cuz Dasher don’t kick it in public
Rudolph was riding until he saw sirens and he got pulled over and they got to cuffing
Then what had happened was worse than he feared
They knew ‘bout the 4 year old dead in the crib
The house it had cameras and Dasher had snitched
And got Rudolph sentenced to 83 years
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Jae Trxpp Lyrics – Rudolph’s Story