Artist: JoJo Pellegrino Album: Hitman for Hire Song: No Place Like Home Typed by: Davida.b. [JoJo Pellegrino] There's no place like home I hear these rappers talkin that bullshit, I'm laughing to death Cuz they ain't got enough hair on they chest I'm from a place where you're probably with your fam on the stoop of the projects Your rap hollow tips will air out your flesh Step in the hood, you're left where you're stood when people pass Out here they chop you to pieces like a Primo sample Cats skip thanks, Goodfella ranks, push caddy tanks Staten Island got it's on Yanks, holla back young'n This where' the daughters rap cousin, PJs death traps Run for your dear life when the brolic gat's thumping It's the place I call home It's wear I hang my hat, rest my head and steam bone I wouldn't trade it for nothing, these fuckin faggots tryin to rap like me Who put it on the map like me? Beef, I hope you strapped like me It's the Pellegrino zone, Italian rap, South Shore stuff I own, I tell ya boy, there's no place like home, come on [Chorus: Sample with JoJo sayin 'There's no place like home'] [JoJo Pellegrino] Ayo I live in Grey Kills, where cops be watching Grew up in a block where million dollar yachts be docking And there's armored chairs in every bag of tron we sparking I take detours, know the spots narcs be parked in It's three sixty for o, murder is one twenty For regulars, little spiked hair guinnes cattered to cellulars But the plan is heavyweight, generate in every state Show a down payment on a two family and renovate Everything you need is here, picket fence, yard, pool, patio with chairs The birds sing at night around here Truly it's beauty, the perfect in environment to raise children Or be a hustler, choosin a living, seclusion and made millions Call it Paradise Slums, nicknamed it Baby Brooklyn Pizza taste like you died and went to heaven They the grounds I miss when I roam, and inspire me to flip when I'm flowin SI, there's no place like home, come on [Chorus] [JoJo Pellegrino] Yeah, yo, I don't be stepping out of character South Shore's livest, flash in a weapon like a camera Clean up guy like the janitor, you ain't a customer or a man of my calibur Dismantle your algebra, picture me handing the crown to ya, nodice Antonio and Delini split your zuchini When the heat's drawn it turns your meatball to linguini Take that, politicin over pastries and sellers Got a goomba to talk for me like Paulie from Goodfellas Can't speak to me direct, look, see me with a check or hear me with a tec Stop being stupid, treat me with respect These here are the codes that you follow where I live at You feed your legal mouthpiece and go and get that Lemon ice chicks for the right chips will let you hit that You front, the middleman will sense that and push your shit back Land in a calzone, you can smell a dump in a fourteen mile zone It's fresh air to me, no place like home, come on [Chorus]