Artist: Slaughterhouse f/ Songvibe Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: The Other Side Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Songvibe] I paint a smile on my face But my mind's in a different place {"J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League"} [Chorus: Songvibe] They only see the light, but look behind the camera And then you'll find an answer, on the other siiiiide Look closer you will find, a message for the dreamer The grass ain't always greener, on the other siiiiide [Royce Da 5'9"] I don't give a fuck about no rapper, anyone'll cap ya Everyone is capable of murder if they have ta Anyone can sell drugs, anyone can do time You trivial niggaz, all you do is confuse crime Rappers are held at such a high regard while we fall It's cause we forget the fans are the reason why we're stars The fans also are not perfect Keep in mind not to treat me like a science project and not a person I lend my respect to the game cause it teach you wisdom Your friends expect you to change so they treat you different Through all my fame and my life I have grown If my wife decided she gone I might wanna die alone I'ma be honest cause every rapper alive includin I puts a persona up But I promise what you seein has truly been me But I ain't 5'9" all the time, sometimes I'm just Ryan a human being [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] I can't believe she hopped in homie whip My boo got blinded by the chromy lip and all that dough he get that he would blow and trick on open toes to rock with all the clothes she pick Dim lit restaurants with the Kobe dish (Kobe dish) The nectar Mo' he sips Man you don't even like champagne you lil' phony bitch! You on homie dick, look at you walkin in them heels like they Saucony's bitch God this is crap, I mean HOLY SHIT! I took you in when you got knocked up Argued with your moms about why I'ma fuck your pops up Graveyard shift liftin the box up Ain't wanna risk bein locked up, I just wanted to be a good pops but You took my son like he was only yours We used to go to war on the phone, you had no remorse You cold, your heart's shiverin You was on the arm of an artist but that's just women when [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Lately I'm somber, my relationship with karma got me peelin at my skin wishin I was made of armor Shady I'm honored, thanks for takin in this monster Deeper than a stab wound given by my baby mama Tryin to figure if I fear love Or if the devil got him in some type of bearhug that I'm not aware of Just cope, do what works for you I'm prettier inside, tryin to be reversible I mean moms never changed, never hurt her view So when she go so do I, make that hearse for two I feel my heart and I'm reminded it's cold They say our bodies gon' perish and our spirits shall be assigned new trolls So if you was climbin with Joe, when it's my time to go FUCK a funeral, get out there and find my soul Cause alone I'd break I need y'all to help prove that I'm not just God's lone mistake [Chorus]